Waiting for the dog

Sometimes, when you're waiting for the dog to finish whatever it is she's doing, you look up and there's a nice picture waiting to be taken.

What you see isn't always what you get

I found this caterpillar on an orange tree in my front yard. I've been watering the citrus, trying to help the trees weather this drought we've been having and I noticed something moving on a branch. It was a caterpillar, but with some funky coloring on it. That's when I realized it was masquerading as bird poop. I ran inside to get my camera, and miracle of miracles, managed to get a focused shot using the macro setting. He's really amazing, in a blecchy sort of way.

It got me to thinking, is he very tasty and that's why he's disguised this way? Or is he yucky tasting and this is how he advertises the fact?

Morning is best

Have I mentioned that I love walking in the woods in the morning? If I have, pardon me for repeating myself, but it's true. I hear birds singing and fluttering in the saw palmettos. The noise of early morning traffic is muffled by the trees, like distant surf. I especially love it when it's foggy out. The dog gets spooked and hangs back instead of tugging ahead on her leash. Multiple layers of trees and grasses, in greens and browns and blacks loom out at me and then, as they recede into the mist, become gray ghosts. When you look up, the sky is bright blue with pink clouds all across it, like cotton candy.

Lucky me

I'm cultivating gratefulness lately. Can't remember where I heard it. Maybe it was a podcast. I listen to them a lot when I'm out walking the dog. Wait Wait Don't Tell Me, This American Life, Science Friday, Too Much Information, Poetry Off the Shelf, Meditation Oasis. Hardly ever music. If I do listen to music, it's usually belly dancing music. Or it's music in my head. In which case, I always wish that I'd brought my iPod, or if I did bring it, that the batteries weren't dead.

Anyway, today I was in a hurry to walk the dog between dropping Sam off at the college and getting Nick to his dentist appointment and avoiding the men with chainsaws out in Tilly Fowler park, when I rounded the corner and suddenly saw this guy. I was so happy to see him. I couldn't stop to admire him properly so I snapped a picture with my phone (no camera! When will I ever learn?) before moving on to the dog's favorite pooping spot (before you ask, everywhere is her favorite pooping spot). He cheered me up, though. And I am definitely writing him down in my list of things to be grateful for tonight before I go to sleep.

He's green, which is perfect for St. Patrick's Day coming up, and he's perfect. Apologies for the low res image. Next time I'll remember the camera.

It's like shooting on LSD…

That is, if I ran while tripping. I trip while running, but that's not the same thing. I used to do this a lot back in Michigan, take photos while running. I would get some really neat effects, depending on the light, the season, how hard I was jogging. The thing is, when I'm running, I don't like to stop, because it's so hard to start running again. And it's really hard to run and then stop and take a photo without shaking. So then I thought, why bother stopping at all? So this is the result. I maxed out the saturation in iPhoto, but the rest of it is just pure random magic. If you click on one of the pictures, you'll see a larger image. I think they look like paintings.

This last one, I like especially because it's a shot of the woods where a prescribed burn was done a few weeks ago, but it just looks so beautiful there now. All the pine needles have fallen to the ground so it's carpeted in orange and brown and yellow and a lot of the shrubbery is burnt red. Really cool looking. Hot, I mean. Hot looking.

Reason enough to get up

The sunrise this morning was beautiful. I took pictures of the clouds through my windshield while driving down St. Augustine Road, doubtless endangering my life and my dog's, but I couldn't help myself. And the only other people on the road are early garage sale shoppers. Those people are nuts.

And then, toward the end of our run in the preserve I looked up and realized that I was forgetting to enjoy the tops of the trees. I'm always so focused on what's going on at eye level and sometimes really lovely things are happening right over my head.

Everything has gone to seed

I like how all the flowers have put on their fall finery. It's poofy white hats and clouds of seed dresses. Or something like that. The rows of white puffs look like snow drifts to me.