TINY BLUES, BLUE-EYED DRAGONFLIES AND BIRDS UPSIDE DOWN

TINY BLUES



CUPIDO COMYNTAS ON MINT

 

BLUE-EYED DRAGONFLIES

ORANGE CATS



TIGER SWALLOWTAILS FEMALES

AND MALES



RUBY-THROATED HUMMINGBIRDS



GOLDEN FINCHES



UPSIDE DOWN

WASPS, FLIES AND HUMMINGBIRDS

 a sense of early migration

in search of color

in frequency of place

THE MATING DANCE OF PEARL CRESCENT

There is hope
when butterflies mate in dance.

Phyciodes tharos, the painted seaweed

MOUNTAIN MINT

Os polinizadores 

Enquanto o mundo se incendeia

de uma calamidade a outra

meu privilégio de vida polinizante

na hortelã do dia a dia

 

 

The mint

The world burns

calamity by calamity

and I in capture

of daily pollinators of native mint

A planta uma hortelã nativa das montanhas daqui, mas se adapta bem aos solos argilosos e molhados da costa mais baixa (Pycnanthemum)

 

Eastern Shore Wetlands

Yesterday I drove south, looking for a destination. Vaguely imagining the Atlantic Ocean, the beaches of Virginia, the ponies of Assateague and Chincoteague.

Instead, I turned right on to the old route 50, then south of Vienna, still in Maryland.

Endless Monsanto-Bayer driven corn and soy to feed the "world"

Then

a long narrow ditch of lotus flowers, frogs and dragonflies...

Out of nowhere

I crossed an old, noisy and narrow wooden bridge.  Only saw one man on a lawn tractor mowing down the edge. Waved at him, Eastern Shore like. He waved back.

The waters belong to the Nanticoke River, to the lower shore, to the Chesapeake Bay.

Retracing my steps, I find Route 50, then Route 192, south from Vienna, Maryland, then Henry’s Cross Road, west on Griffith’s Neck and a bit on Bestpitch Ferry Road…

Eastern Shore Bay Marshes.

A destination for sure.