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Cape May Warbler in a white pine tree, Frederick County, MD. Late September 2025. Bright fall plumage.

#birds #birding #birdphotography #naturephotography #warblers
A yellow and olive Cape May Warbler is perched on a tangle of pine branches, shining in the light as if made of gold. The long, soft green needles of a white pine blur into the background, evoking the hush of a cool, late-fall forest. It is in profile and its fine bill points forward, as though it has just paused between foraging flights. This small bird was part of a mixed flock of dull, olive fall warblers, but it stood out like a flash of light, a spark of sun amid the muted woods.
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SoCal’s latest celebrity — a vagrant Golden-winged Warbler!

#birds #nature #wildlife #photography
A small gray songbird with a yellow crown and wing patches, black throat, and a dark facial mask looks upward from a branch. Photographed in Ventura, California.
Grandfather Yellow Birch, Smuggler’s Notch, 2025. This gnarled old birch has endured decades of sun and storm, lightning and fire, and the steady tread of hikers along the Sterling Pond Trail to become a bright golden elder of the forest.

#autumn #trees #EastCoastKin #NaturePhotography #forest
Around the 1830s–1850s, Vermont was nearly deforested. Logging for potash, lumber, and especially sheep pasture (during the Merino boom) stripped most hillsides right up to the mountain ridges. By mid-century, over 70% of the state’s forest had been cut.

A yellow birch like this one would have been among the first wave of trees reclaiming that raw, eroded hillside. It would have germinated on the mossy top of an old stump or a decaying log left by the loggers. The seed is tiny and needs a cool, moist, sunlit microclimate—exactly what a clear-cut slope offers as it begins to heal.

This tree probably began life in an open scar, maybe among heaps of brush and a tangle of charred stumps. In the early years it was probably accompanied by paper birch, red maple, and white pine, with spruce and beech slowly creeping in over the decades. By the time the surrounding forest closed again—perhaps fifty years later—it had already lifted its crown above the younger growth, securing its place in the canopy.

This is not just an old tree. It's a living testament of Vermont’s reforestation—a witness to the entire transition from an agricultural landscape back to deep forest. It’s standing proof of the land’s ability to recover when left to its own rhythms.
Thank you! I really appreciate the compliment. It’s something I enjoy doing so I’m glad to be able to share it.
It’s a beautiful tree! And a great place to be… right on The Green in Woodstock VT. This one is in front of a brick house that was built in the 1830s. #16 on the Green.
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Good morning Bluesky, I wish you all a beautiful day😊

#autumn #trees
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Triptych (2/3)

Female Brown-winged striped sweat bee (Agapostemon splendens)

on Camphorweed
(Heterotheca subaxillaris)

10-13-25 at Bowditch Point Park
Fort Meyers Beach, Florida

#native #bees #flowers #insects #plants #pollinators #wildlife #art #macro #photography #eastcoastkin #bugsky #nature
Sunny 3x4 with overhead of bee in the bottom half, atop a yellow flower, an out of focus, withered blossom in the background, upper half.
Backlit Sugar Maple, Town Square, Woodstock Vermont. October 2025.

#Fall #Autumn #NaturePhotography #Vermont #EastCoastKin
Long ago, the world was dark and cold. Fire belonged only to the Fire Beings, who kept it on a mountaintop and guarded it jealously. The other animals shivered through the nights and begged for a way to bring warmth to the people below.

Coyote, clever and restless, said he would find a way. He watched the Fire Beings for many days. When the time came, he called on his friends—the birds and the runners of the forest.

First, Coyote climbed the mountain. He darted into the Fire Beings’ lodge and snatched a burning stick. They saw the blaze in his mouth and chased him, screaming. Coyote ran, his fur smoking, down the slopes.

As the Fire Beings gained on him, he threw the stick to Frog, who leapt away and passed it to Chipmunk. Chipmunk raced through the brush, the fire lighting his tail; that’s why chipmunk still has a dark stripe down its back. When the Fire Beings nearly caught him, Chipmunk flung the spark to Kingfisher, who carried it high and scattered tiny glowing embers through the trees.

Those embers hid inside the sycamore and cedar and sage. Since then, anyone who needs warmth or light can coax it out again by rubbing wood together or striking stone. The Fire Beings still keep their mountain hearth, but the world below is no longer cold.

And Coyote—singed, grinning, half-smoke and half-shadow—wandered off to find his next trouble.
Magnolia Warbler in an American Sycamore sapling, fall plumage. Frederick County, Maryland. This season brought an abundance of Magnolia Warblers within several remarkable fallouts across the region.

#birds #birding #birdphotography #naturephotography #warblers
A small bird rests on a red sycamore twig: a flash of yellow among deep green forest. Light beams through still, humid air. The leaves are lily pads in a forest pond, the bird a yellow lotus. Nothing moves but color. A gray wing folds, then flits forward. A darting. The tiny beak finds a tiny green worm. Wings rise, and the moment is gone. The sycamore stands as it did before—silent in the undercanopy.
Thanks Dave! Great image.
Thanks. On second look I can see that the reflection naturally reduces the dynamic range. Was the sunset much dimmer to the eye than what was captured on the film?
Were you using a graduated filter for this one?
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I loved catching the bee coming in for landing on the goldenrod right over the wasp.
🐝 #inverts #bee #wasp
A bee flies right over a wasp as it is coming in for a taste of a goldenrod plant. The bee has pollen bags on it's legs.
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2021 I went for a walk in my lunch break and suddenly there was this guy, few meters in front of me, eyeing me for a few seconds before receding behind the trees.

Red Fox / Rotfuchs (Lampertheim, Germany) #foxes #mammals #wildlife #autumn #fuchs #nature #alltimefavourites
Red fox from a close distance looking directly into the camera with beautiful brown eyes. Its fur looks fluffy, its ears stand up. A tree stem is in the background and yellow leaves around the fox on the ground.
Morning fog lifting over Waterbury Reservoir, Vermont.

#Fall #Autumn #NaturePhotography #Vermont #Eastcoastkin
A single maple tree stands near the edge of a calm reservoir, its remaining red leaves bright against the pale morning mist. Soft fog drifts low across the water, blurring the reflection of the opposite shore. Behind the haze, a wall of autumn trees glows with red, gold, and green against the cool blue sky. The grass in the foreground is damp and richly green, scattered with fallen leaves. Light from the rising sun warms the scene, turning the mist to silver and painting the tree’s branches with warmth.
Fall foliage on Spruce Mountain in Smugglers Notch, Stowe VT, last weekend. The color was past its peak, but the fires of autumn were still burning beneath Elephant’s Head.

#Fall #Autumn #Landscape #Photography #NaturePhotography #Vermont #Eastcoastkin
This is Ndakinna seen from the sunlit slopes below Elephant’s Head in Smugglers’ Notch.
In Abanaki language, the word for homeland also means the place that takes care of us. Here we find the wind that ripples through the golden spruce and birch, and cliffs that will collect the snow in their shadows until spring. The cliffs here are ancient volcanic stone, gray and ruggedly textured, but the Abanaki think of them as relatives... elders who have been listening longer than we have been speaking. Each fall the forest shifts from green to fire, and for a few days the mountains seem to remember their own creation, burning again in color that glows against the gray rock. The color passes quickly, yet its warmth stays in our memories and our stories. To walk here is to move through both past and present at once, the human story and the older one beneath it. Even as visitors pause for photos, with the fires of autumn burning behind them, the land keeps teaching patience, resilience, and return. In every season, Elephant’s Head reminds us that belonging is not about ownership; it’s about relationship.
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Echeveria Elegans

(Jade plant flower)

#BlueMonday #MacroMonday #Bloomscrolling #flowers #flowerpower #macro #macrophotography #close-up #WestCoastKin #onlybeautifulthings #bluesky #UnJourUnePhoto #nikon
Red-orange jade plant flowers dangle from an out of focus blue flowerpot
Love this photo. That is pure joy.
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
Very beautiful. I love this one.
I look forward to seeing the photos you post each morning. ☕️ They are always very good. Cheers and thanks for sharing!