Oh, I love foggy mornings! Yesterday was deliciously foggy – and my day off – so I happily headed out early before the sun had a chance to burn through. I stopped at a little fishing trail to the creek, and just a few steps in I came across these-
They’re fairy mushrooms – aren’t they adorable? Like tiny umbrellas for woodland creatures!
Wildflowers were blooming prettily along the trail, and the air smelled wonderful with that sweet, rich scent of late summer here in the Ozarks.
Another thing I enjoy about this time of year are the spider webs everywhere – on the ground, festooned from tree branches, even on sign posts along the road.
What I really love is when they’re decorated with dewdrops that look like tiny beaded necklaces!
As I got closer to the water the fog grew thicker, and I stopped at a part of the creek with lots of dead trees and strange growth close to the water that has a cool, mysterious look to it all year long. I love it, and one of these days I’m gonna see if my son can get me out there in his boat.
That’s a Great Blue Heron on that branch in the distance. So glad I caught him – right after this he took off with a rusty squawk and several flaps of his huge wings.
From here I decided to drive over to Empire Park on Lake Taneycomo. I just had to take a picture of my favorite trees – cottonwoods. I love how their leaves sparkle and rustle with the slightest of breezes!
As I walked along the lake I saw ducks paddling in the water, and was surprised to see another heron standing motionless by the shore-
All in all, it was an hour well spent – thanks for coming along!
Apparently all babies love to play peekaboo – even equine babies! I was hoping to get some pictures of a couple of foals at a neighbor’s ranch, so I just sat on the ground with my camera and waited, hoping that curiosity would bring them close enough. The little guy here is a Missouri Foxtrotter, and he’s 3 weeks old.
His mama, bless her heart, brought him right to me – but he was shy and kept trying to hide behind her. At first he peeked at me through the cover of her tail-
Then he inched around her and peeked under her belly-
Finally, he got brave enough to come closer!
Have you ever seen such a sweet face – he’s so adorable!
But now the game was over, and with a saucy flip of his tail and what looked for all the world like a wink of his eye, he and his mama moved off to the far side of the pasture. I’ll have to stop by and see if he wants to play again in a few days!
It’s the reason why I’ve gotten into the habit of taking my camera everywhere I go – even if my only planned destination is Walmart or the gas station. I never know when something will catch my eye – the way the sunlight hits a leaf or a field of dandelions, the quiet dignity of an abandoned house or my favorite! – the glow of the plump full moon as it suddenly appears over the hills. I’ve come to think of it as looking for magic, and I never know when it’ll happen. When it does though, my heart beats faster, I jump out of the car and lose myself in trying to capture it.
I don’t have an expensive camera, and I have so much to learn about photography but now and then I manage to get a shot that sparks my imagination and gives me a little feeling of that magic. Here are a few of my favorites-
Weeds decorated with caps of frost.
Sunday morning sunlight bursting through the trees.
Just some cows in a field, but the sun and the mist give it the look of an old painting.
A suddenly bright sunset reflected in the rain slicked street right after a thunderstorm.
The sun rising through heavy lake mist, making it look more like a full moon.
The sunset lighting the window of an abandoned farmhouse, making it look lived in again, even if just for a moment.
Huge fluffy dandelions!
And the moon – always the moon!
My husband and I took a few minutes this evening to walk by a nearby lake and enjoy the sunset. As we were headed back to the car, a trio of snow white ducks got out of the water and walked over to where I was standing. I assumed they were looking for a food handout and that they’d start squawking at me when they realized I didn’t have anything for them.
When they got to me though, they stopped.
And they just stood there, calmly regarding me with their dark eyes and cheerful orange feet. This went on for several moments, with me snapping picture after picture and with them just silently watching.
Then, they turned to each other and had a lengthy conversation amongst themselves while I stood there and laughed at how cute they were.
Finally, as quietly as they came, they turned in unison and headed back to the lake while I walked back to my husband feeling utterly charmed by my encounter with the welcoming committee of Rockaway Beach!
Once again, I found myself mesmerized by some farmer’s fields as I drove by – this time it appears to be hay that’s been cut but not yet baled. I loved the striped patterns throughout the fields and that prompted me to get out with my trusty little camera and explore a little.
While you’re looking at these photos, imagine the warm sun, the smell of the new mown hay, the soft breeze that kept the wildflowers swaying and the twittering of the birds as they flew across the fields – all the simple things that make a country morning so special!