Macro, micro…sort of. I just loved this teeny tiny blossom…
Landscape. Much to my neighbors dismay, I do NOT landscape. Hey, when it grows wild like this why would I? Maybe I did take it too far when I planted flowers in a toilet in my front yard, but I was making a point. I have lived here long before their houses were even built.
And at our other home, Nature does a much better job of landscaping than we could anyway.
Oh we tried landscaping…lined the driveways with rocks and boulders. I even planted 30 Primroses along this lower driveway.
Not really sure which of our “landscaping” visitors had a problem with all those flowers but hey lasted literally TWO DAYS!
It could have been dinner for any of these guys…
We did have to put in a retaining wall of huge rocks, but it was so ugly, I have been slowly filling it with succulents that so far, no one is eating. It will take me YEARS to fill in all the crevices and cracks but then it will be beautiful!
In the mean time, the boys and I will continue to haul Beach Rocks from the San Juan Islands to landscape the little side yard…
Green, orange, yellow.
There. Caught up.
I wish I had had my real camera for these shots. My phone barely captured the beauty of these colors…
While I watched the following sunset, I kept expecting a BOOMING voice from the heavens, telling me to straighten up, or else!
This is a Sun Dog that WordPress always prints too big on my page… But it was beautiful. Many cars were stopped along the I-90 freeway, clicking away.
I thought this sky was proof there is an artist up there, painting cloud pictures every day!
My adopted Dad, who was an Air Force fighter pilot in several wars, used to tell me about the “hole in the sky (clouds)” pilots would watch for, presumably for the quick getaway?
This was NOT a meteor crashing or alien ship landing…at least, I don’t think it was….
OK, just a FEW words…I’ve been MIA for weeks so this should catch me up,
at least for Wordless Wednesdays!
I love them. When I see them, something confusing happens in my cells…as if there is a part of me that remembers a time when a cloud was just a cloud. Yes, sometimes it could have resembled a buffalo or a face, but it was just a cloud, no geometry involved
There was no one up there drawing perfectly straight lines across the sky…..
Can you imagine being Native to our country and looking upward to Father Sky only to see views like these?