I thought I'd balance my rather somber cemetery photo from yesterday with something a little less heavy. So how about a butterfly perched on some lavender?
This photo was taken on the island of Hvar, just off the coast of Croatia. Deb pointed out the butterfly and told me it wasn't "just" another butterfly but that it was a swallow tail. She says it was the third one she'd ever seen. I guess it's my first one. Hvar Island, incidentally, is one of the world's largest producers of lavender. I have seen lavender before - but not fields of it like I've seen here.
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Don't try to read too much into the title of this one. This is just a photo of three pink tulips looking up at me.
This is close-up of one of the many plants growing in the back yard of the house we stayed at on the Big Island in 2006.
To say that the Missouri River dams in South Dakota have changed the face of the river is an understatement. In the attempt to tame the river and tap its potential for irrigation and power, towns and burial burial sites were submerged and the original landscape of the "real" river was lost forever.
Though you can't see the Missouri River in this shot, you would if you walked up the hill you see in the background. This particular area is near the famous "Al's Oasis" restaurant in Central South Dakota. The evening before this picture was taken stormy weather moved through. But the morning dawned clear and bright.
This photo was taken with a macro lens, which allows the camera to get within inches of the subject. The actual cactus is hard to see in this photo and the flower itself is less than 1" across. When my son, Jon, who lives in Hawaii, saw the photo, he said I was lucky to get this photo since they don't bloom very often. I wish I hadn't cut the tips off the ends of the star - I need to go back to Hawaii to get it right!
This was a marginal day for "fun" photography because it was raining an cold. But I had felt obligated to get a few more fall shots before driving back to the warmth of our cabin. Heading home, I passed this almost barren oak tree with a misty backdrop and stopped to take a few pictures through the half-opened window of my truck.