Brush to Bone #1

August 2009 in Eastern Washington was gorgeous. I spent several days on Spectacle Lake - somewhere half way between Winthrop and the Canadian Border. One early morning before the sun rose too high, I climbed a steep, rocky slope, just to see what was on the other side. Lured by the romance of abandoned settler outbuildings, gold mines and possibilities. What I discovered was a wide open, rolling plain of sagebrush, cow patties, and the beautiful, slender jaw of what must have been a young deer. Brush to bone...

The Journey

I was sitting at my computer monitor one afternoon and noticed the reflection of sunshine and falling leaves through the window behind me. What caught my attention when I turned around was tiny glimmers of blue floating among the leaves. I grabbed my camera and headed outside. Those glimmers were hundreds of miniscule flies. My neighbors must have thought I was an absolute loon as I darted around trying to catch one of them! I spent the next hour watching this little guy as he gingerly explored my yellow sweater, flexed and re-flexed his beautiful wings, and then finally took flight. Moments such as these bring out the kid in me.