August for me is always the last breath of summer. The deep green lush is starting to fade into brown hues and seeding grasses. Things feel a lot like summer but it won’t be long before the leaves start turning yellow, red and gold. Throughout my outdoor travels I take photos that don’t seem to fit into various fish posts or get left behind for some reason. “Photos from the Field” is an excerpt meant to capture these pictures and add a little more flavor on the blogilicious.
Organ Donor Ave.
There is a not so famous road without any shoulder whatsoever that the local bicyclists absolutely love. The number of crosses marking each fatality is only outnumbered by the number of signs posting caution on this two-mile stretch of road. It has gotten so bad that someone has added yet another sign dubbing the section “Organ Donor Ave”. Ironically this has doubled the popularity of this section amongst bicyclists.
So many of the bloggers that I follow do an exceptional job with their photos. Due to the fact I chew through at least one camera per year as a result of cliff falls and water dunks my shots are so less pristine. (Sigh) I submit this shot of a glorious columbine flower wishing one you folks would have been there backing me up with a real camera.
All rivers have to start somewhere.
“Road” Island Red
For a couple of days on the way to and from work I would see this rooster on the side of the road. One day I stopped, took some pictures and made a feeble attempt to call the chicken over by clucking and dropping sand from my hand as if it was feed. Of course this didn’t work and the chicken quickly scuttled off to the underbrush.
Once I turned the truck around and headed back towards home, the rooster was back on the road picking at bugs and bits of gravel.
“This is not the best place for a chicken.” I thought to myself looking at the rolling grass hills of open space and the road full of cars. “Gonna get whacked by a car or coyote food. I coulda’ found him a nice spread to cluck around at. Maybe meet a few nice hens and finally settle. Guess that is not the life Good luck, buddy…don’t have time to chase you through the brush. Probably just make things worse anyway.”
The next day I saw the rooster. The day after that…nothing. I looked for the bird further away from the road as I drove by or at the very least feathers but saw nothing. More than likely some lucky coyote made this “road” island red into a quick bucket of KFC. Chickens are not known to be the best birds at adapting to the wild. But for some silly reason I hope this plucker is still out there living life as a drumstick outlaw. Dodging coyotes and foxes while causing a little trouble with the local geese.
May your boots always stay dry
It seems that I can’t look at water these days without getting my shoes and or feet absolutely soaked. Even with waders and waterproof boots, chances are my feet will be drenched when I walk in the door. This is a fact I have come to terms with. Through your travels and life’s river crossings…may your boots always stay dry.
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