Can it be? It’s autumn in the northern hemisphere? Where did summer go? Heck, where did the year go? It has been a rather challenging year for almost everyone. With a scant three months before the page turns and 2020 becomes a memory, it is probably a good time to remember that the hardships and challenges we have endured are what life is about. It is not about jetting to some far off destination. Experiencing the delight of other places or tasting yet another new dish. Life is about living each day the best we can. To be kind and respectful. To watch and listen and learn. We don’t have to agree with what everyone says. Or what everyone does. We must do our part to not harm others. And this means respecting each other as if we are all borne of the same Father. That we are brothers and sisters in the most basic thing that defines each of us. Our DNA says so. Our RNA says so. Does our heart tell the same tale, or do we insist that enlightenment is only for the few? I tend to think it’s for the few. Oh. Check that. That kind of thinking, of allowing ourselves to think that we are better than the other only brings ruin to a community. If this pandemic wracked world has something left to teach us, let it be a simple reminder. A smile, even beneath a mask, still radiates warmth within. We cannot love everyone, but we can respect everyone. And in doing so, perhaps, that respect will become something greater. Something better. Perhaps.
The most beautiful thing in life is what inspires awe and love for the world and the people around us. Sometimes, all it takes is a small blue bird. And some company.
The familiar becomes even more special when mist is in the air.
With summer drawing to a close, these insects should be less troublesome while walking through Huntley Meadows. Of course, the birds will start their fall migration soon (some have already migrated).
We choose, for ourselves, the life we live. Personal choices. Personal responsibility.
Gravity does not fail.
What is a summer without bees?
Rim lighting (the edges of the bees are aglow) against a strong backlight. A little overexposure to emphasize the warm bright summer day.
Huntley Meadows. In the summertime. Birds, bees, insects of all kinds. This time, trying something different, processing wise.
It was a nice, cool (for August) mid Atlantic morning. The sun was above the horizon for a scant thirty minutes when I arrived at Huntley Meadows. It appeared that there was quite a few people interested in walking around the park, through the boardwalk, to breathe the fresh air from the wetlands (in the midst of suburban Alexandria, Virginia). I was surprised by the great number of photographers walking about. It is that rare day in August that offers abundant sunlight without the high temperatures of the Washington summer. And so it was that I came to the park, to once again look for warblers or kingfishers. As has become my custom, I got distracted. I did not mind the slight detour.
The osprey was cheerfully eating its meal when out of the blue (sky), a bald eagle tried to lay claim to the half eaten fish. Instead of working for its own food, the eagle would rather have a meal that someone else worked for. And so a duel begins – the larger eagle chasing the osprey as it moves to the sky.
The osprey dropped the morsel of fish and the eagle’s chase proved futile. All the energy the birds spent fighting over the half eaten fish went for naught. The eagle flew back to a tree still hungry; the osprey, spent, landed on a tree trunk exhausted, readying itself for the next catch.