Macro photography allows us to see the world in a new light. Some of the best macro subjects may appear mundane at first — things you’d normally pass by without giving a second glance — but get just a little closer and there’s often a hidden beauty to be discovered. So this week, get up close and personal with your subject — whether it’s the pollen on a newly bloomed flower, rust on an old fence, or water droplets left by a storm — and capture those tiny, fascinating details that might go unnoticed. (For more information, go here!)
THE POLLINATORS IN ACTION — AKA, THE BUG BUDDIES
OK, so the mercury hit 99 degrees today. And when Mlle. Renee walked outside this afternoon, she immediately turned around and walked back in and went into my room and jumped up on the bed facing the AC register and snoozed in the cool air. She didn’t even wake up when I came in and took her picture. Don’t tell anyone but I was snoozing in the living room.
I do have to be honest, it was Arkansas Homegrown and vine-ripened. Been too wet for Missouri homegrown to be vine-ripened. And I served it on my new colorful summer paper plate I bought at Target on close-out.
If you have visit this site before, you have undoubtedly seen the front entrance of the St. Louis Art Museum on multiple occasions. Well, this is the backside that has recently transformed into a spacious plaza for special events and also serve as the museum’s new sculpture garden. Here’s a quick sample of some of the works on display in the garden. I took notes so I could supply captions for each sculpture, but I can’t find my second sheet of notes. Will correct after my next visit.
Some time in the late 60’s I dug up my mother’s pink and yellow gladioli beds because they were getting too crowded. She thought they would look good in front of the new fence we had put in the front yard along the side of the house. They grew and prospered like a memorial to my mom. Strange because glads should be dug up in the fall and replanted in the spring.
Apparently nobody told the bulbs about this, and they kept coming up every summer for almost fifty years. Last fall I noticed that they were growing out into the front lawn and making my lawn mowing a bit difficult. So like a good brother and uncle, I dug all the bulbs up and presented my sister-in-laws and nieces with a bag full of bulbs for their gardens. Since I don’t know what the original horticultural name of my mother’s glads were, so I decided to name this apparently super-strain of glads in her honor. So you’re looking at the first of the new Anna Rosalia Gladioli. She would have liked that.
I don’t know if they came up in their gardens, but they sure came up in my front yard. And taller than they ever had been!
Now I knew that Forest Park’s 1,371 acres contained three museums, a zoo, a couple of golf courses, playing fields, a forest and a multitude of lakes, streams, ponds, fountains, waterfalls, cascades and a Grand Basin, but I had never heard about a swamp. Well, unlike California, because of all the rain we’ve been having we have more water laying around than the ground can suck up. The swamp was formed by the rain that fell on the verdant hilly golf course you see in the background of the photo. While I didn’t see any gators in the swamp, I wouldn’t get too close.