Someone made a comment to me last week that gave me a moment’s pause. In an offhand, joking manner, he mentioned that I’ve posted more photographs than insights on my blog of late. I’m sure he meant no slight, but to be honest, my feathers got a little ruffled.
Harrumph! His point’s independently verifiable, but the implied assertion is mistaken. I’m not posting pictures willy-nilly, I promise you. And I’m not being lazy. It’s just that…well, sometimes the words flow more easily than others. And when words fail, pictures help illustrate my innermost thoughts and feelings. This is one of those times. So here we are again: another trip through metaphor land, another show-and-tell.
Life’s been a little hectic around here lately, so my husband and I sought refuge in our favorite oasis. Sometimes you just need to see things from a different vantage point, you know? Pictured here, a great egret surveys the situation.
Beep! Beep! Even roadrunners need a respite now and again.
I don’t think of a desert oasis as a typical habitat for mallards, do you? I don’t know how they got here, but this pair of ducks accommodated quite well to their unusual circumstances. Would that I could be so zen!
High above the desert floor, a red-naped sapsucker forages for food. He pauses for a moment’s rest, perhaps pondering his next move. But before too long, he’s knock-knock-knocking again. Persistence, thy middle name is woodpecker.
There’s a time for high-flying, and a time for hanging out. I’m slow to learn the lessons this black-crowned night heron apparently knows.
Sometimes it seems as if I’m on an lonely chase, falling further and further behind…
…but this, too, is a matter of perspective. Truth is, I’m surrounded by cheerleaders, and I’m keeping a steady pace.
This pair of photos are from the endangered species merry-go-round at the Living Desert.
I also took a stroll through my backyard garden this past weekend, and I’m so glad I did. Tucked into a tangled mess of citrus leaves, I discovered this magical surprise…
From my picture window, I can easily watch this Costa’s hummingbird’s comings and goings. And someday, if I’m really lucky, I’ll see her hatchlings fly.