Sunset Rainbow

Weird light last evening as a storm moved in right at sunset.  Nice rainbow through the clouds, which were screaming to the North.

Old Paint

Not my horse, but really old paint on an old tank at an abandoned old steel mill that's now a museum (Sloss Furnaces.)  Reminds me a little of elephant skin.  Sloss is very near downtown Birmingham, just blocks from the city center, and when I moved here in 1971 it was still operating, belching fire into the night sky, like an angry dragon chained to the railroad tracks. It is said to be haunted by the ghosts of some of the workers who died there, and has been the subject of several TV shows about hauntings.  It doesn't scare me, but I don't think I'll go out there in the dark by myself anytime soon.

Stinky . .

. . but pretty.

Blue In The Sky

Liberty Day Celebration, Columbiana, Alabama, June 29, 2013.

Peek A Boo

Another Anole picture from the archives.  He just wanted to see what was going on above deck.

rote Blume

Rummaging through some of my oldest files, I came across this one.  A red day lily from several years ago.

Cygnus

Cygnus is a constellation in the North.  Comes from the Latin for swan.  Never knew that one before I started this post.

Orange You Glad. . .

You're not me!  But gimme a kiss!

Don't ask, I have no idea what it is.

Seedum Fly

The seedums are in bloom and a lone fly seems to like it.

American Beauty . .

. .  Berry grows wild all over our property and is native to this part of the country.  The flowers are really unremarkable, but the fruit is pretty.  Read Wikipedia on it.

Weekend Reflections: Ribbit

Nightly several of these guys come to the dinner table afforded by our porch light and the great swarms of insects it draws.  I appreciate their efforts.

See more weekend reflections here.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider . . .

Climbed up the water spout, or tree in this case.  

No rain to wash him (her) out, but the web in your face is always fun.

Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry . . .

And the pie went bye, bye pretty fast.

Weekend Reflections

All the parents, except my son, sit on the steps and wait while their children play in the huge sandbox outside the children's area at the Perot Museum of Nature and Science in Dallas.

See more weekend reflections here.

You're my blue sky,

You're my sunny day,
Lord you know it makes me high
When you turn your love my way . . .
Turn your love my way.
           The Allman Brothers Band
            Blue Sky
            Eat A Peach album

You can check out any time you like . . .

. . . but you can never leave.

I'm not sure what this little weed flower is, but it definitely looks like it wants to be the last place some little bug checks in . . . and out.  It looks like a pitcher plant of some sort, but the flower is tiny, about 3/8 inch long, and the plant is huge, 3 feet tall.  It's hard to believe that big old plant could get much nourishment from ingesting the tiny bugs that could get caught in the little flower, but maybe they are just dessert.  Pretty though.

The morning sun, when it's in your face,

. . . Really shows your age . . .