She was playing her guitar where people often relax in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. But there weren't many people there that day. But she didn't seem to mind, She sang her favorite songs, with a little bit of story in between each one. I contributed a tip as well. But she's not going to get rich or famous. I don't think that matters to her. She just sings her songs.

The Cookie Shack at False Bay, Lasqueti Island, British Columbia is always open. Each plastic bin contains a different kind of delicious cookie. There is no clerk, just a money box, trusting in the honor of the customers. I thought it was the first place you stop after you get off the ferry from Vancouver Island, and the last place you stop before you get on the ferry. You can never go wrong with a cookie!

Yesterday wasn't a good day for the hummingbirds in our yard. Most of the summer we have had two or three that have been visiting our trio of feeders. But within the past week, the numbers have escalated with multiple challenges occurring at the feeders or at the trumpet vines. We have even added a fourth feeder as the number of birds has increased. Yesterday morning, the cats, caught one. I was very disappointed with Fred's behavior and told him so. As a result, we moved the feeders further from the deck to at least increase the difficulty of capture. But in the evening, as I was preparing to start the grill for dinner, I noticed two hummingbirds, struggling on the deck. They must have been chasing each other and crashed into the window. And there they were stunned from the collision. Judy gathered both of them up in a dish towel, away from any other predators. They slowly revived, and before they flew off to the trees in the yard, I managed to capture a few images of one of them. 

It's been wet outside. The pool nearly overflows with water from frequent thunderstorms. And the grass is growing so fast, I have to mow the lawn every 5 or 6 days. Water is a precious gift. We all need it the refreshment.

Thirty miles east of Seattle is Snoqualmie Falls. I photographed the falls (270 feet high) with a relatively high shutter speed, 1/400 second. I like to shoot water at a very slow shutter speed which lends a milkiness to the water. But this time, I was fascinated by the cascades of water, and knew that I would need a higher shutter speed to capture the effect of the water. We also stopped for ice cream.

It's kind of a long story. But two orange-striped cats, Fred and Ginger, live at our house. Actually they live outdoors. And they have settled into a routine. They wait patiently each morning on the deck for one of us to be awake. So Judy or I open a can of food for them; they also have dry food always available. But we have a routine. And then the feline siblings hope to receive some attention from the humans who live here. And then they play. Wrestle. Stalk. Hide. Before grooming and a nap. How did this happen? It's a long story.

Once upon a time...this pair of doors were beautiful. Someone took time to create a pair of doors that fit the opening perfectly. But time has not been kind. So the doors have begun to come apart and sag at an awkward angle. They not longer fit the opening. They won't open and they won't shut. I wondered why they were there.

It's better in black and white, This scene was rather monotone. The wall was made of stones all the same color and the weathered wagon wheel was a similar color. Boring. But processing it as a black and white image emphasizes the texture of the wall and wheel, even if it was not captured in optimum lighting. I learned photography with primarily black and white images. I shot a lot of black and white film and made a lot of black and white prints. It's fun every once in awhile to explore what a photo might look like if it wasn't in color.