I watched in amazement at this tiny hummingbird as he flitted among the bee balm blossoms in the yard. He would work all around the edges of one flower, fly off to an adjacent flower and do the same, then to another and another. After about a minute he would land on a nearby branch and rest. And then he’d repeat the same thing all over again, sometimes moving to a blooming hosta and then back to the bee balm, or sometimes to a clump of catmint nearby, and retreating back to the bee balm. It was a treat to observe and marvel at something so very small with all this energy.
Author: lindastaatsphoto
A field of summer
It’s a true summer’s day – blue sky above with white patchy clouds, and the sun is beating down with its warmth. We are driving along some county roads in northern Wisconsin. We’ve passed fields of green soybeans and acres of corn, all thriving in spite of the late planting season and the copious amounts of rain this year. But up ahead is a bright and welcome sight — at an intersection there is a sea of yellow on one side of the road. It stretches off to the trees in the distance, and it is a glorious field of sunflowers. Faces to the east, backlit by the sun, the large blossoms are nodding in the wind. To me this is the epitome of summer, and I’ll soak it in to remember during the not-so-summery days that lie ahead.
Water lilies
As we enter the last third of summer, our lakes in Minnesota and Wisconsin are starting to bloom with water lilies. Looking across the water surface you can see areas of white and yellow. We’ve seen muskrats enjoying a meal of water lilies, and deer will also wade into the water to graze on them. This water lily is not endanger of being eaten as I photographed it at the Marjorie McNeely Conservatory in Como Park. Like its “wild” relatives it was happy to open its petals to the bright sun and soak up the trailing end of summer.
Oars and a paddle
Sometimes photographs present themselves directly — a beautiful sunset reflected in a lake, or a lovely flower that opens its blossoms to reveal its textures and colors. And other times a photograph can be more subtle, calling out for attention many times before it’s actually received. I walked past this shed countless times, looking at it but not really noticing it. And then one morning the sunlight came in from an angle and illuminated the oars and paddle with a lovely glow. That’s when I saw it. The oars with their oar locks are weather beaten and old; they show their wear and tear proudly. The paddle lost its paint many years ago and is actually cracked at the bottom. The collection struck me as a homage to summer days, old boats, old resorts, and probably some big fishing tales.
A road trip through wide open spaces
We took a road trip from Minnesota to Utah a few weeks ago — a journey filled with adventures, family, and changing scenery and weather. We went from the agriculture of southern Minnesota to the Black Hills of South Dakota, to the Sandhills of Nebraska, to the open ranches of Wyoming, to the snow capped mountains of Utah. The variety of landscapes always amazes me, especially when you condense the journey over a few days. Many of the areas were unusually green because of the higher amounts of rain that have fallen. Fields and hills were looking quite lush, except for those areas (especially in Nebraska) that are still trying to recover from flooding earlier this year. Surprisingly we encountered little rain during our trip, but we did endure 40-45 mph winds across Wyoming, and we slept a few times with the furnace on and a couple of times with the air conditioner on. A quick trip such as this makes me appreciate the beauty and diversity of our country; how fortunate to be able to take it all in!


