Here's Looking at You, Kid
Lily's best WTF stare.
Lily was out for her afternoon constitutional around the back yard, and I was out with my camera, and we met near the snowball bushes. Lily looked at me like the alien I am (that’s my interpretation of her predator’s gaze above).
“I could take care of you,” she seems to be saying, not in the way of a caretaker but in the way of her predecessors, the wolves and wild dogs. She remembers all that, but she’s also kind.
I clicked, she ran off, the moment was over.
Above? I had to look this one up. A woodland skipper. Had never heard of skippers. (Have heard of hoppers, but not sure what they look like until I look them up.) They flutter by, but are not butterflies—they are, clearly, skippers. He/she is sipping on the bits of remaining lavender. It clearly has good taste.
Speaking of the snowball bushes, there’s one right there above. They were late to flower this years—more than a month late, and still they are taking their time, lots of unopened blossoms there, pal.
One more: a housfinch. All of the photos on the page today are with a new-to-me but very old lens. A Mamiya 645 150mm APO, and it is sharp sharp sharp.
That is one hearty, lives life to the fullest finch. One gets the sense that he’s been in some rumbles in his time. His beak is the color of a bruise, and I’m wondering: has he been making do on one leg? Fortunately, he’s got both; the hidden one is grasping the bird feeder. Whew. Take a look:
All photos with the new 150mm Mamiya lens. It’s old, so fully manual; funny to use such a straightforward lens on the A9 III Sony, which is capable of incredible gymnastics. It’s also fun to just take photographs, like the old days.