Trilling frogs

This little frog was camouflaged so well that I would have never seen him, had it not been for his loud melodic chirping.  At one point, when the lake got very still and quiet, he was joined by a great chorus of frogs all singing at different frequencies and volumes, scattered throughout the greenery.  It was a beautiful sound to the ears.

Later, as I was looking at the photos, I discovered that I had been so focused on the one vocal frog, that I had not noticed that there had been another quieter one hidden nearby (see the last two photos).  🙂

“If we can discover the meaning in the trilling of a frog, perhaps we may understand why it is for us not merely noise but a song of poetry and emotion.”  ~Adrian Forsyth

Fleeting beauty

While walking around the boardwalk at Reelfoot Lake State Park, this little warbler darted in and landed on the hand railing about two feet from where I was standing. It gave me a good scolding, and before I could get my camera poised to take a picture, it quickly took off to the shelter of a nearby tree. I waited around a while in the sweltering heat and humidity, watching it briskly hopping about from tree to tree, hoping to get a good photo. Disappointingly, I only ended up with a distant shot of its back before it eventually faded into the faraway trees and was gone. Still, I felt lucky to have seen this beautiful little bird and to have enjoyed its cheerful song that was called out so clearly to another warbler concealed in the woods nearby.


“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting.”  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson


“Of the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada.”  ~Jon Davis

Crawfish chimneys

At this time of the year, farm fields and roadside ditches across West Tennessee are dotted with small mud chimneys which are laboriously created by crayfish.

As they burrow out their tunnels, they dig up mud, make it into balls, take the balls to the surface and set them in place — layer by layer.  It is interesting to observe the different architectural structures they create.

“Create your own visual style … let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others.”  ~Orson Welles

Big old bullfrog

... When the marshy meadows glimmer
With a misty, purple shimmer,
And the twilight flush is changing into shade;
When the firefly lamps are burning
And the dusk to dark is turning,--
Then the bullfrogs chant their evening serenade ...
~Joseph Crosby Lincoln

Shiloh National Military Park


This past weekend we visited Shiloh National Military Park.  Here are a few photos taken during the driving tour around the park.