Somewhere over the Rainbow

Our lovebird Rainbow died.Friday July 15th 2011

It's surprising how much it hurts to loose the little bird who lived with us for twelve years. She was just a bird you say? Yes, yet for such a small creature she had a lot of personality. She would not allow anyone to mess with her cage. It was her territory. She loved to fly around and land on your head or shoulders. She would take a shower in the sink while sitting in my cupped hands and would open her wings to let the water run over her back. After a bath she would preen her feathers with happiness. Poe, the cat, had long conversations with her: meow, tweet, meow, tweet, back and forth. Rainbow loved to sleep in a small green bivvy bag. She would cuddle up next to a feathered cat toy as if were her mate. As I write this post "Somewhere over the Rainbow" started to play on  Jango - a touching tribute.

Honeybees and Poppies

 










Spring is here after months of grey and cold.
Poppies sway in the breeze.
The bees dance while gathering purple pollen.

Clouds

"Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way"

I am always moved by clouds. They begin as a whisper and build to a crescendo of thunder and lightning.

The Beauty of Black and White

The White Horse

I love color: paint chips, flowers, and rainbows. Yet there is something about black and white that has gravitas. I stopped by a country road to say hello to an albino horse. He was so friendly and allowed me to photograph him. Although I liked the color photos it was the black and white photos that seem to capture the subject best and to transcend time.