I built the house, secured and mounted it in my backyard, chased of pilferin' Wrens for days and finally they have hatched. I'm a proud uncle of five Baby Bluebirds.
I was zoomin' up on a bird with my camera and then decided to see how close up Jo's face would appear if I pointed the camera at her. Then I snapped the photo really without paying attention to what I was doin'. I think I like it.
As a visual artist it seemed to be the norm to surround oneself with urban influences. I lived in LA and New York but nothin' beats the country life here in Missouri. Just recently, I lost a Bradford Pear tree this spring due to high winds. This picture here is of me burinin it till late in the evening.
This morning I awoke early and saw that the traditional metal, spike mole trap had gone off. The mole was still in the ground squirming. The spikes just trapped him without actually piercing him. When I would touch his nose he would open his mouth revealing teeth sharp as needles. I let him go down the road in some woods. I watched as he dug a tunnel to freedom