Are these columns? They certainly look columnar.
This is from March 2022, on my mystery destination trip.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: column.
Are these columns? They certainly look columnar.
This is from March 2022, on my mystery destination trip.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: column.
This mallard is not excited. It’s hot and naptime.
Taken in Roanoke, Virginia, a few years ago.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: excited.
A new friend in Portland last Friday. Her name is Ruby. She doesn’t know me so she is cautious about me, but she likes the warmth of my hand.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: live wire.
North Beach with my daughter and friends of hers, during sunset.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sheer.
The Port Townsend High School swim team in their capes, ready for a meet in Port Angeles.
From 2014.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: flashback.
I feel very lucky to live in such a beautiful place.
I am doing pulmonary rehabilitation, after my fourth pneumonia in March 2021, not covid.
Hopefully I can climb Mount Townsend again next year.
Photograph taken on Mount Townsend, July, 2017.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: lucky.
My son and daughter-in-law got married April 30th in Black Diamond, Washington. The young man in the photograph was the youngest in the house I rented. We had my two aunts: 81 and 86 years old, and my uncle, 85 years old. Me, my daughter, my two friends and their son. This young man and I took photographs. He taught me new things about my camera and on the last day ran a slide show from my laptop to the television. He helped all of us folks with technology and we really enjoyed having him there.
And I am delighted to hear that he told his parent that he wished we had one more day, all of us. Eight people in a household from Thursday to Monday and it went very well. Weddings always have some interesting glitches, but after putting off the wedding for two years due to covid, the bride and groom did not seem rattled by anything! My daughter-in-law is truly a delight.
Here is to the next generation, surviving this pandemic, sweeping up the pieces and growing, and thriving anyhow.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: children.
Taken in my yard July 2014. I do not mow the second lot, which is in the middle of the block. Our local deer always bring one or two fawns there.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: head.
Here is the young one.
Here is the parent.

Here are both.

Here.

Taken at Fort Worden on July 4, 2022.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: wings.
I recorded this in Wisconsin, with my phone. You may need to turn it up to hear it.
I adore wrens. If I hear one and sing to it, it will sing back. Wrens change their songs all over the place. This one is very very patient with me, even though I am a terrible wren. At least I am trying, and this graceful musician is kind and encouraging, even though she is a professional.
I don’t think I ever saw the wren. I started chirping and trying to imitate the song when I heard it. Then I started recording. I don’t know how long we practiced together.
I am not good at wren songs. I am very good at chickadee, fairly good at eagle, and had a great blue heron back track and land in a tree when I tried that “BRAACCCKKKKK!” noise. Great Blue Herons sound like I imagine a pteradactyl sounded. There is an even more odd sounding bird, though. My daughter and I are walking around a small lake here and hear a monstrous sound. We stop and listen. We can’t identify it. We decide that it is not a cougar or a bear, and quietly walk forward, with caution.
It is a group of cormorants. It is twilight and there is a log sticking up out of the water. They are jockeying for position on the log. We think they are trying to roost for the night. As each one clambers up the water end, someone else is jostled and someone falls in the water. They are arguing in deep hoarse voices.
My daughter and I watch for a while. I don’t try to imitate the cormorants because I am afraid I will spook them. They are getting ready for bed. It is nearly dark so we walk on the the car and home.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: noises.
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