Another weekend of walkin' and talkin' with Docken, getting caught up on all of the terrible problems in the world. You know, as a coping mechanism. It's truly comforting to know that while the world burns, the most pressing debates are often self-serving and completely insane. So, just trying to do the right thing by laughing at it all. Thank you, Doc.
Meanwhile, there continues to be slim pickings on the photo front or perhaps I'm not looking hard enough and being patient enough to let images come to me. I'll look into that. Here are a few photos taken this weekend.
I tried to get this turkey vulture in between the out of focus foreground trees. It wasn't happening.
Cistanthe grandiflora - pink rock purslane.
Some type of Cordyline.
I believe this is a female monarch butterfly. It's not pristine. Its wings are tattered and faded--a map of every near-miss and every long, exhausting mile of its journey. It’s carrying the visible evidence of struggle. Yet, there it is. It doesn't pause to reflect on a perfect past or to worry about its fragile future. It simply focuses on the task at hand--finding nectar. The nectar is your purpose, your next little goal, the simple joy of the moment. It doesn’t matter how broken or worn you feel; the important work—sipping life’s sweetness and moving forward—is still there for you. Even if all you can do is a slow, tough flap, that single effort gets you to the next flower, making sure you both survive and keep creating something beautiful along the way.
This is a mourning dove feather. Not a white dove but a feather from your average mourning dove, just like Sally, Twigs and their offspring.
On October 11, I did a post showing two feathers and asked for readers to guess what birds they belonged to. I didn't get much of a response but that's fine by me. The first feather was also from a mourning dove and the second one was from a red-tailed hawk. My assumption, a young hawk's breast feather.
Hopes, dreams, hopes dreaming that all our sorrow's gone
Forever
I really love your comment on the monarch butterfly. It expresses a good philosophy of how we all should seek to live —in the moment . That’s one thing I love so much about my dogs.
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