I was back in the woods this morning, just as the sun “officially” rose. Although that really meant nothing because the low clouds and some storms in the distance still had the woods looking like 50 shades of well-used granny panty.
Various Apples & Woodpeckers
I had a pretty good weekend that had a bit of everything from relaxing and watching crap EFL Cup footy to “quality time” with Wifey to taking delivery of a new Mac.
Finishing Strong, Enough
I busted out a 6.12-mile loop this morning and finished the “week” with 30.51 miles, thus meeting my 30 in 5 goal for the second week in a row after a dismal July.
Sadly, as far as photos are concerned, I didn’t get much today. I took a few boring deer shots and missed a perfect opportunity to capture a Great Blue Heron, because it was super skittish, and I was super slow.
BUT! I did get a pretty decent shot of a tiny Sweat Bee (Halictus Ligatus) whilst frolicking in the Soiled Polinator Garden on Thursday. So, I posted that.
That’s it. After folding a shit-ton of laundry, I’m going to polish off this week with some adult beverages whilst watching the EFL Cup (Also known as the Caraboa Cupity Cup-Cup). REAL(ish) FOOTY IS BACK, BABY!!
Later.
PHOTO NOTES: Photo taken with the O.G. Nikon z6 , the Nikkor Z MC 105mm f/2.8 lens, and a 18mm MEIKE extension tube
Nothing But Some Miles
It’s been an oddly busy week, although I’d be hard-pressed to say what exactly I’ve accomplished other than getting 24+ miles in my feetz thus far.
Talking To Strangers
About 3.5 miles into Tuesday’s lumber, I was approaching my go-to area along the river for seeing osprey and/or eagles. It’s been a minute since I last got an image of either, so I was pretty excited when I quietly rounded the corner and, through the leaves, could see an osprey perched on the opposite side of the river.
OK, August, Let’s Do This
After an uneventful and rainy weekend, I was looking forward to getting back in the woods early Monday morning. And, as you might expect, that’s just what I did.
Goodbye July!
A good summer month of lumbering for me is roughly 120 to 130 miles. July was not one of those months.
A combination of extreme heat and humidity, Canadian wildfire smoke, appliance repairmen in the house, and an intense battle with the black dog had my July screwed.
Sluggish and Uncompressed
After the mood I was in last week 1, I was surprised to have such a good weekend that featured a whole lot of not much.
The First Six of ’26
Today I’m doing something I’ve wanted to do in years past, but never really got around to doing it: a photo gallery from the first six months of a year of lumbering and photo creeping. Which, of course, will be followed by the second six months come January.
The Call of The Wood Thrush
It’s taken me close to two weeks, but I finally had a lumber that produced some OK images. Not great, but OK enough that I dig them.