Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
During a Pause in the Storm
It's been storming, on and off, for 36 hours. When it finally let up a little, this afternoon, I went out. I saw the wonderful water droplets on this leaf and was so focused on shooting them, that I didn't notice the fact that it was actually impaled on a blade of grass!

Nature has a way of making even ugly things, like this rusty rebar, beautiful.

Standing under a tree, to keep from getting dripped on, I looked up and saw the wonderful texture of its bark and these interesting wrinkles.

As it started to storm again, I took one last shot of this lovely, lush green hosta, where maple seeds had fallen.
Nature has a way of making even ugly things, like this rusty rebar, beautiful.
Standing under a tree, to keep from getting dripped on, I looked up and saw the wonderful texture of its bark and these interesting wrinkles.
As it started to storm again, I took one last shot of this lovely, lush green hosta, where maple seeds had fallen.
Friday, May 7, 2010
My Grandmother's Irises...
These irises have a special history...
My grandmother planted them on her family farm, in Winter Wisconsin. When her children were grown and she and Grandpa moved south to Stoughton, she couldn't bear to leave them, so brought some with her. When Grandpa died, she planted some at his grave, in Clinton WI. By the time Grandma died, at 101 years old, in 1997, her irises had spread all over the cemetery. So, we took a few, each...my brother, my mother and I.

My grandmother planted them on her family farm, in Winter Wisconsin. When her children were grown and she and Grandpa moved south to Stoughton, she couldn't bear to leave them, so brought some with her. When Grandpa died, she planted some at his grave, in Clinton WI. By the time Grandma died, at 101 years old, in 1997, her irises had spread all over the cemetery. So, we took a few, each...my brother, my mother and I.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Learning about yellow-bellied sapsuckers...
I saw this bird, for the first time, yesterday. I think it's a young yellow-bellied sapsucker. It looks like the photo in the book, anyway, but without the red markings.


After learning that sapsuckers make holes that drip sap and attract insects, I went and took a look at the tree and...yep, holes dripping sap and lots of insects!

After learning that sapsuckers make holes that drip sap and attract insects, I went and took a look at the tree and...yep, holes dripping sap and lots of insects!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Dane County WI
Yesterday, I went down to Stoughton, near where I grew up. I go there several times, in the Spring, waiting for the cranes and heron. But, also I like to walk in the woods my Grandmother used to send me out into, when I was little.
In the Marsh:




The woods were beautiful as always...but, it sad to see how little respect people have for them. I'm going back next weekend to clean them up.





...and a couple of shots, in between...

In the Marsh:
The woods were beautiful as always...but, it sad to see how little respect people have for them. I'm going back next weekend to clean them up.
...and a couple of shots, in between...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Red-winged Blackbird
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Photos from Home....
Freezing Fog 2 by *kbcollins on deviantART
The above photo was taken 1/4 mile up the road from me. I've been sorting photos into collections, starting with the ones I've taken right here on my own property. See what you think. I'd appreciate hearing any opinions!
Photos from my own 3 acres...
My general collection is HERE.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Tree Planted in Honor of my Twitter Friends
Monday, December 7, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
It's near the end of the year...I start thinking...
I am no activist. I am no one.
Growing up, we travelled, several times a year. I am so fortunate to have had to opportunity to visit so many of the National Parks and historical places. At 17, I became a foreign exchange student, to Australia. I spent a year in the public school system and helping to raise animals on my host family's farmette. Like my own parents, my host family also took me travelling. After coming home to graduate from high school, I went back to Queensland, for another year...most of which was spent on horseback with my best friend and her parents. What I learned from my childhood, was that I loved nature...all nature. I loved the sameness and the differences.
When I came back home I intended to go to college. But, my mother, a talented surgical nurse, couldn't agree with me on a career that she would be willing to pay the fee for. I didn't want to be a nurse. I wanted to study nature. She felt it wasn't a financially sound choice. So....I went to work. First, at a donut shop, then a baker at a restaurant, a waitress, a line cook...who cares. I got married, but my husband didn't work very often. Finally, though, I was making enough money that with a small student loan, I could afford to go to school at night, while working full time during the day. I chose to take Madison Area Tech's Recreational Resource Management program. Near the end of my second semester, I got pregnant. Sara was born in August, so I was still able to continue into the next semester. But, she died, a few months later...and I dropped out. I found out later, that my loan had immediately come due, when I dropped out...and then, the last straw...MATC dropped the Recreational Resource Management program...there was no reason for me to go back, anyway.
I took off for NYC...lived there for several years, doing nothing useful with my life. I spent every free moment at the Natural History Museum in Central Park...must have bought every book in their gift shop. Then at last I came back to Wisconsin. Here I am, at 40 years old...no one...uneducated...unsure what, if anything, I can do about it.
I am no activist.
Growing up, we travelled, several times a year. I am so fortunate to have had to opportunity to visit so many of the National Parks and historical places. At 17, I became a foreign exchange student, to Australia. I spent a year in the public school system and helping to raise animals on my host family's farmette. Like my own parents, my host family also took me travelling. After coming home to graduate from high school, I went back to Queensland, for another year...most of which was spent on horseback with my best friend and her parents. What I learned from my childhood, was that I loved nature...all nature. I loved the sameness and the differences.
When I came back home I intended to go to college. But, my mother, a talented surgical nurse, couldn't agree with me on a career that she would be willing to pay the fee for. I didn't want to be a nurse. I wanted to study nature. She felt it wasn't a financially sound choice. So....I went to work. First, at a donut shop, then a baker at a restaurant, a waitress, a line cook...who cares. I got married, but my husband didn't work very often. Finally, though, I was making enough money that with a small student loan, I could afford to go to school at night, while working full time during the day. I chose to take Madison Area Tech's Recreational Resource Management program. Near the end of my second semester, I got pregnant. Sara was born in August, so I was still able to continue into the next semester. But, she died, a few months later...and I dropped out. I found out later, that my loan had immediately come due, when I dropped out...and then, the last straw...MATC dropped the Recreational Resource Management program...there was no reason for me to go back, anyway.
I took off for NYC...lived there for several years, doing nothing useful with my life. I spent every free moment at the Natural History Museum in Central Park...must have bought every book in their gift shop. Then at last I came back to Wisconsin. Here I am, at 40 years old...no one...uneducated...unsure what, if anything, I can do about it.
I am no activist.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Pair of Baltimore Oriole
Sunday, November 15, 2009
My Dogs...
This is Phoebe, my adopted dog. She and her sister Thea were found, as puppies, abandonded at a high school basketball game. Thea died shortly after being rescued and Phoebe came to me as a foster. She was adopted, but the family sent her back, saying she was "untrainable." In other words, she was smarter than they were. I fostered her again for about a week, before I adopted her, for good. She is so sweet and loving...just the best dog...

Here is the dog I'm sponsoring from Soi Dog Foundation (http://www.soidog.org @soidogphuket on Twitter). His name is Sure. Isn't he a beautiful boy? You should sponsor one!
Here is the dog I'm sponsoring from Soi Dog Foundation (http://www.soidog.org @soidogphuket on Twitter). His name is Sure. Isn't he a beautiful boy? You should sponsor one!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
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