I was watching TV last night when my attention was diverted to a scene outside my front window. The evening sky was a most glorious color. Not wanting to miss a photo-op, I arose, picked up my camera and ventured outside. The photo above was the first photo. As I stood, amazed at the colors on Nature's canvas, in just two minutes the scene had changed to this:
I haven't tinkered with the colors in any way. I did change the ISO from 100 (first shot) to 800 for the second one.
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I'm down in my back, again. I've been arising early to work in the yard, trying to get some things done before the heat drives me indoors. On Monday morning of this week, I must have applied too much "vigorish" to my weeding which, because of my knees, is done in the least ergonomic manner one could imagine: I brace my feet and bend from the waist to do my weed pulling.
Uh, oh! Something that I shouldn't have stretched stretched, or moved out of its normal place, and I've been paying the price for my folly ever since. Muscle relaxers and Aleve don't seem to make much difference. The weeds seem to know that they are safe for the time being and are laughing behind my back, I'm sure. About all I've done since Monday is to keep the birdbaths and feeders replenished and to water those plants that must be watered if they are to survive. Otherwise, my yardening activities are severely curtailed.
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I noticed yesterday that the blooms on the oakleaf hydrangea, which is very near the birdbaths, have changed from snowy white to an interesting greeny-pink, as evidenced below. I find the aging blooms quite beautiful.
Oakleaf Hydrangea Bloom
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I've been letting the cats come into the back yard with me when I go out in the early mornings. They are quite enjoying the experience and, for the most part, are content to wander inside the fenced area. The only escapee is Missy, my solid black mama kitty, who takes great delight in hopping the fence, sitting down in the neighbor's yard and looking at me as if to say 'nanananabooboo'. Fortunately, I don't have to stress myself trying to go get her, as she soon tires of agitating me and hops back over the fence, albeit with a smug look on her face.
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Tomorrow is also a day.