“By being yourself you put something wonderful in the world that was not there before.” ~Edwin Elliot
Variety
country road
Sitting on a cattail
Recently, while driving down a road near the Mississippi River levee, I spotted this bird sitting among the cattails.
“A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn no other way.” ~Mark Twain
A sprig of grass
“There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.” ~Thomas Jefferson
Summer sunset
“Know what you want to do, hold the thought firmly, and do every day what should be done, and every sunset will see you that much nearer the goal.” ~Elbert Hubbard
Down at the creek
“Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.”
~William Wordsworth
Wildflowers
“Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sneaking up on a frog
Usually I hear a loud “yelp” and a “plop”, followed by the sight of water rings left by the blur of a leaping frog. I seldom actually get a good glimpse of the frog sitting along a ditch or have time to take photos before the inevitable aforesaid scene. But lately, it seems like my stealth-like powers may be improving. 🙂
“So the trick it seems, if you want to sneak up on frogs, is to walk softly and act as little like a giant as possible.” ~Tom Pelletier
The Rabbit
… He sat down close where I could see,
And his big still eyes looked hard at me,
His big eyes bursting out of the rim,
And I looked back very hard at him.
~Elizabeth Madox Roberts
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
walking on a country road 