A foggy morning on the New River Gorge bridge. It takes a certain courage to keep driving across the longest single span bridge in the world, even when you can see your way through.
Veils of fog at dawn, near Fayetteville, WV.There are times in one's life when keeping a blog is exactly what you don't want to do.When what is on your mind is nothing you wish to share with oh, say 6,386 people. I suppose everyone who is faithful to a blog and lives a real life outside the tidy little blogosphere hits that wall sooner or later. It's been a good run--since December '05. Keeping it light and pretty and readable has been fun. It's worth doing. I hope it's worth reading. I try to remind myself that it's OK to let it go sometimes, but it dogs me, thinking of people who wish I'd get with it and give them their daily fix of nature and fabulous flowers and cute ol' Baker and baby birds hatching. Well, sometimes you can't do the dance, and forcing it, you risk falling down.
A pipevine swallowtail party. They're all aflutter over coon poo. Can beautiful things emerge from dreck?
Lots of phoebes fall prey to snakes. Now that it's spring, snakes are emerging, and phoebes must choose their nestsites with care. This phoebe has chosen well.
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