A Christian camp director for many years, I enjoy ministry and being outdoors. I refer to God's creative wonder as the testimony of creation, a special place where God brings His word to life. Its where I like to be and where God speaks in His gentle voice in the awe of His creative work.
The mating process of Damselflies and Dragonflies is fascinating theater if you pause to just watch for awhile. It also varies from specie to specie and can be quite violent. I’ll leave any explanations to the experts. This pair is about to be broken up, but eventually the female will oviposit into the lush vegetation available.
I’ve only seen this damselfly in the warmth of the harsh light of mid-day sun. Its been a challenge to me to get the photo right. There’s plenty of room for improvement, but I’ve learned a lot more about Lightroom photo processing!
With a rather unique toadstool in the mix, Friday Friends and Flora becomes Friday Fungus too this week. The Purple Toadstool popped up at one of my favorite dragonfly spots at the Norma Johnson Center wetlands. It made me look twice. I was hoping for colorful dragonflies, but not expecting such a colorful fungus to be found. Its been a soggy week – Toadstool weather – I should have known.
I’ve joined in with the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge this week. Check out the other unique photo Collages.
Scattered in the green of summer, remarkable reds please the eye. I hunted for the Canadian Lilly this week along wetland and creek banks. Hiding in the shade, I found several wisely seeking shady ground. I gathered a few other summer reds in the hunt. Bee Balm is self interpreting I suppose. A red squirrel gave a rare pose and the Ruby Meadowhawk dragonflies greeted me by the parking lot, loving summer’s heat.
This young Barred Owl was too focused on its hunt to pay much attention to me. Earlier this spring an older Owl would give me no such courtesy for a shot. I have no doubt an adult was close by – verified by another hiker later. Its survival will depend on its ability to earn its meal. Until then it’ll need supplemental feeding from its parents. Reminds me of an old Sunday School song.
He’s Still Working On Me
He’s still working on me
To make me what I need to be…
There really ought to be a sign upon my heart
Don’t judge him yet, there’s an unfinished part
But I’ll be better just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master’s loving hands
… How loving and patient He must be
‘Cause He’s still workin’ on me.