It was the night of the Photographer’s Moon (as I call it) – when the moon rises at sunset. But there was a pile of clouds to the east, and I never saw it (or the partial eclipse). But the Chesser Island Boardwalk at Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge had some lovely surprises on this late evening walk.
First of all, there is the riot of coreopsis (also known as tickseed sunflower) in the swamp right now. After two weeks of Government Shutdown, the difference in scenery is amazing. Truly autumn is a wonderful season for flowers here. Read the rest of this entry »
Some people specialize in blogs about birds. Others do only dragonflies. However, I am a generalist. All of nature fascinates me. So I call myself an amateur naturalist. I want to know everything about everything, except maybe geology which I’m not very fond of. Each season here in south Georgia brings a varied menu of things that catch my attention. Today my focus is on bugs here in southern Georgia.
The argiope (ar-GUY-oh-pee) is one of the amazing orb weavers that become quite prominent in late summer through fall. Of course, as baby spiders they’ve been spinning little webs since spring, but now they’re HUGE – and their webs (along with those of the golden silk spider) can snag you on trails. (An old Tarzan movie comes to mind — argh!)
See the golden silk spider on her web, with the tiny male in attendance, in the video clip below:
Limited Edition offset lithograph of one of my best-selling images. This started out as a darkroom-printed black-and-white (silver gelatin) photograph, and then I used oil paints on top of it. The combination of transparent paint and heavy texture gives it a semi-realistic look.
The winsome look of these sheep make them popular. Couples often name the sheep after themselves.
These are priced to sell – see them in my Etsy shop
Buy several – mix ‘n match with Flowers on the Porch – great gifts!
I have a shocking revelation to make. (Be seated, please.)
Even though I grew up in the South, I never once attended a high school football game. I had no interest whatsoever, although we did have pep rallies in the gym that were so loud my ears rang with tinnitus afterward.
The only high school football game I ever attended prior to last night was 10 years ago in Texas, where football is the sport of the gods, er, God. I was impressed. Even the sexy cheerleaders looked professional.
If it hadn’t been for some co-workers who told me that “half the people who go to the games do so because of the marching band” I wouldn’t have been remotely interested. But I love marching bands. I love the exciting beat of the bass drums. I loved the movie “Drumline.” I loved the black school band in the Mardi Gras parade in LaPlace, Louisiana, whose drumbeats were echoed in Paul Simon’s later collaboration with Brazilian musicians’ samba beats. Read the rest of this entry »