You Are What You Eat

Have you ever wondered why flamingos are so pink?  It's all related to what they eat - shrimp.  I'm not sure where these particular flamingos came from, but they are currently residing at the Nashville Zoo.   They were a sight to see and fun to photograph. 

Daily Something #10: Spider Orchids and a Painting

I was flipping through some old National Geographic magazines and came across an article that I had bookmarked about spider orchids.  If you don't know anything about them, spider orchids are quite an interesting species of flowers.  Anyway,  I ended up using one of the images as an inspiration for a painting. 

Escape

Ascending

Waiting to Fly

Wings

Here are two pictures I recently took of a dragonfly statue.  I like how she portrays a sense of movement in her stillness.  She is a perfect mixture of delicacy and strength.      

Turtle Crossing

Turtle

Turtle Crossing

I noticed this amazing little creature this morning on my way to the mailbox.  He was sunning himself in the middle of my driveway.  I found it rather comical that he decided to cross near the tire marks.

Four & 4: Fish

Sign

Statue

Mosaic

Real

Budding

Budding
Budding flowers
Budding flowers spring
Budding flowers spring brings

Typically when I think of spring, one of the images that comes to mind is a flowering tree of some sort, but usually it's the "whole" tree and all its branches.  I took this shot wanting to show the delicacy of spring and the beauty in something that is typically overlooked. 

   To Spring

         William Blake  1757-1827

    O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
    Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
    Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
    Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

    The hills tell each other, and the listening
    Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
    Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
    And let thy holy feet visit our clime.

    Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
    Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste
    Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
    Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

    O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
    Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
    Thy golden crown upon her languished head,
    Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee.