The air was heavy a day or so back, bringing with it smoke.
Boomer and jumped on my four-wheeler and headed over to the equipment area to see what was happening….our new neighbors burning brush piles.
Fire always makes me nervous.
While in my garden, watering, and weeding I came across
A wee *nasty* house fly sunning its self
Which started me on a wee little journey to photograph a bug or two.
(Isn’t the colors of the wings amazing?)
In the nighttime unseen bugs look like streaks, showing up on a quickly snapped photo
Flying bugs are hard to snap
Unless one is lucky to stun a moth in the flash
Soon I got side-tracked by that wondrous slice of moon.
From my world to your heart,