What was meant for our feathered friends has been discovered by our four legged furry friends, the Grey squirrel. Actually, this is no surprise, as we have been curious why we haven’t seen one at the feeder until now.
I thought a black & white shot may prove interesting. Don’t you just love the intensity of the staring?!
Same shot in real life colors. The Grey did munch a bit before he left. These little guys are quick and agile, and can eat a hand full of food in a jiffy.
I better look to determine if the feeder needs more Cardinal bird seed even though we still haven’t seen one of these beauties at the feeder, but we have a pair nearby. Good thing the two cast iron guardians don’t eat much.
Who knows what we will see next. It sure is fun to watch nature’s offspring enjoy a meal!
In physics, white and black are not colors because they have no specific wavelength. In art, white is the absence of color while black is the presence of all color. Yet, in science (other than physics) white is color and black is not. Henceforth, color is defined in various ways, depending on perspective and criteria.
Carson is white with black eyes and nose. And, when he digs in the mud he looks something like an Oreo cookie. In this photo, the grass is green, the flower barrow a rusty brown, the trees shades of brown-gray and green, and the sky blue and white due to clouds.
Would it make any difference if Carson were black and the grass white? What if his eyes and nose were blue and the sky yellow? Imagine the trees being shades of red and orange, and the sky purple. Actually, the later actually occurs at different times of the year and in various regions of the world. It is a beautiful thing.
Does it really matter what color objects are, whether they be animals, nature or people? No. Then why do we get so bent out of shape when colors and people are concerned? Should we? No. Is this post too simplistic as we are faced with issues of color which are millennia old? No. No. No. What is too simplistic is all the complex rhetoric and reasoning behind the issue with color. People say it is complicated, but at the very core of this issue, the problem with color is not complex. It is just ugly. Too many people’s hearts are tainted with prejudice and hate. Simple, but tragic.
What’s yellow and brown and green all over? A field of brilliant cone flowers whose diversity creates an unusual sort of harmony.
What’s black and white and reaching to the sky? A field of colorless cone flowers against a gray background.
I don’t know about you, but I certainly prefer to look at the vivid colors of these Echinacea plants. There is something energizing about color. Although I find B & W photographs interesting, and sometimes even more so for their excellent contrasts, a world without color would become rather drab after a short while. Whether we are dealing with nature, people or the universe, color is essential to our well-being. Like the hypnotic aqua blues of a paradise island, the brilliant yellow-orange blaze of a sunrise, the myriad palate of colors of birds and flowers, or the degrees of color on human skin, color is vital to our existence. So is harmony. I wish there was more of it these days.
Although the Winter Solstice is still weeks away, the Midwest is under an arctic air mass that has brought temperatures down into the teens (Farenheit). Because of this, and the fact that all the deciduous leaves have fallen from their branches, winter seems like it has arrived. I have yet to complete the transfer of clothing from lighter to heavier garments in my drawers and closet ! But alas, the cold is here to stay for quite some time. So, I decided to post a few warm photos to combat the effects of frigid days and gloomy nights. I like color so I have infused this post with a splash of vividness, as well. Soon, images of snow and ice will be cropping up all over our social sites, so why not post warm photographs? For those of you in the tropics, all I can say is “well done” !With the sun setting over a tepid body of water, my heart warms right up. The reflection of light brings a sense of peace to my mind, as I hope it does for you. To be at peace is something we can all use more of. I make this statement from personal experience and observations. Our lives move at such a frantic pace, almost like a churning liquid in a whirlpool…seemingly never slowing down. But slow down we must. Something has to give if we don’t get off the treadmill-at least occasionally.I would be remiss during my musing about warmth and peace if I didn’t insert a calm photograph of our West Highland Terrier, Carson. He knows how to relax, and he knows how to be a wild thing…the White Tornado! But mostly he shares his life with us in a calming sort of way. I can’t believe I just said that as I can hear him barking as he chases squirrels in the yard! Carson may be white on the outside, but he secretly wants to be black as he digs holes and wallows in the mud until he looks like an Oreo cookie. There will be more about Carson in the future. In the meantime, think warm, be warm and discover peaceful moments which will rejuvenate your soul. If you’ll forgive me, I need to relocate so Carson can curl up next to me and warm my feet!
It is the advent of another spring in the Midwest. As usual, the weather is unpredictable, with one day sunny and 78 degrees and the next rainy and 43. It is this rain which ushers in an abundance of green. From the hardened cold earth of winter, life erupts in vibrant shapes and colors. Each plant and tree is unique. I have found that with some flowers and plants, the unopened blossom can be as beautiful as the fully bloomed flower. Such is the case with these gems. The green will give way to bright yellow in short order, and the stems will sway toward whatever direction the sun’s rays fall upon them. Nature is simply so wonderful to behold ! ( Psalm 96: 11 & 12 )