Fit to Burst

Showy Milkweed is showy in many ways. The flowers are quite beautiful. The seed pods are very large, and when they finally burst and expel their seeds, it is quite another show to see.

Seed pods bursting with seeds!

Getting ready to float away with the next strong breeze or puff of air from a friendly passer-by. 

Quite showy.

Birding by Bike

I finally put air in my bike's tires and headed out to see what might be winging it along the Jordan River Parkway.

It was actually pretty quiet. Not a lot of activity. But just being there was nice.

A double crested cormorant was doing a little fishing at the pond.

And a kestrel flew by to do a little hunting in a near-by field.

Snake Creek

I was out taking pictures of a proposed trail area yesterday, and couldn't resist adding one more photo to the group.

Looking up Snake Creek Canyon

Autumn Walk

I recognize that I've been neglecting myself lately. While going on walks, or taking hikes, I have not allowed my inner child to explore and look and watch and wait. I realize now how easy it is to forget how to look and see. I need to apologize to myself, and allow the wonder back in.

The changing leaves are wonderfully vibrant this year. With their help in luring me out, I took a walk to capture whatever captured me.

A small hornet's nest on a Hawthorn tree

A bumblebee supping at the flowers of a Goldenrod

Beautiful fall colors along the hiking trail

Part of the reason I went out today was just to enjoy what I could find. But somewhere inside I had the hope of maybe catching a quick view of a snake slithering across the trail, or in the brush off to the side. As I walked, I heard several small animals up in the trees, or down in leaves and grass. Then I heard the sound I was looking for - a soft, constant, rustle of leaves. And there it was, a small Eastern Racer, slowly moving along the side of the trail. 

I followed it, mostly by sound, hoping it would stop in a place where I could get a nice look without scaring it away. Well camouflaged, it did stop. And it took some time to locate it with my camera. 

I did finally find it's cute little head. Every time I moved slightly, the little black tongue would pop out, tasting the air. 

Continuing down the trail, there were more beautiful colors to enjoy.

On my return trip, to my delight, what appeared to be the same snake came into view again and stopped with it's head perfectly framed by surrounding leaves. Immediately after I took this picture it was on it's way again. And so was I.