Flowers don't fly away
June 12th, 2009
Spring migration is over. Birds have settled into their breeding territories. They're no longer congregating in easily accessible migratory hotspots. They're singing, nesting and foraging away in their individual habitats of choice. Those who prefer to stay stratospherically high in the canopy, do so. Those who prefer to stay hidden in six layers of foliage, do so.
Bird photography has been absolute unrelenting frustration.
On that note, I bring you these pretty plants.
A baby conifer cone--tamarack, I think. Photographed at Mer Bleue bog.
Devil's Paintbrush
June 12th, 2009
Spring migration is over. Birds have settled into their breeding territories. They're no longer congregating in easily accessible migratory hotspots. They're singing, nesting and foraging away in their individual habitats of choice. Those who prefer to stay stratospherically high in the canopy, do so. Those who prefer to stay hidden in six layers of foliage, do so.
Bird photography has been absolute unrelenting frustration.
On that note, I bring you these pretty plants.
A baby conifer cone--tamarack, I think. Photographed at Mer Bleue bog.
Devil's Paintbrush
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