macro photography – Of Bears and Boating

Honey bees and Bluebonnets

I moved to Texas from Europe in the late eighties. I didn’t take it well. I thought for sure I was being punished for some unspoken transgression.

Then the bluebonnets bloomed and I knew I had come home.

365 Photos: Day 17

“What is now proved was once only imagined.” ― William Blake

365 Photos: Day 16

“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

365 Photos: Day 14

“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

365 Photos: Day 13

“So rapid is the flight of dreams upon the wings of imagination.” ― Alexandre Dumas

365 Photos: Day 10

“The earth laughs in flowers.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.” ― George Gordon Byron

365 Photos: Day 7

“Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.” ― Victor Hugo

365 Photos: Day 6

“We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since days of long ago.” ― Robert Burns

365 Photos: Day 4

“Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.” ― Dejan Stojanovic

365 Photos: Day 2

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ― Albert Camus

Photo of the day

“But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.”
― Robert Burns

Summer at the Arboretum

A rare thing happened here in my corner of Texas. We were gifted with a mild July. Usually by this point in summer, the dreaded dome of high pressure has firmly planted itself over the region, deftly deflecting any wayward “cold fronts” and pushing the mercury over the century mark. But this year, we have had unseasonably cool temperatures – afternoon highs in the high eighties and low nineties with morning lows in –*gasp*– the sixties.

It was almost like autumn.

So, what do you do when you are treated to fabulous weather in the middle of the summer? Go to the Arboretum and take pictures of bugs, of course.

Duh.

Enjoy.

On a sad note: It seems August will not be unseasonably cool. Today’s high: 103.