Had to drop my daughter and her friend in Philly this morning for the big music festival, so I decided to take the afternoon and seek the quiet green places. Herewith a few things seen along the way.
Bricks and ironstone on the bank of the Oswego at Martha.
The bridge at Martha.
This little guy wouldn't let me get any closer, and I didn't have my zoom. He looks a lot like a Black Swallowtail, but without the pointy bits in the rear.
Only in the Pines.
Rope swing at Martha Furnace.
Hey, not so fast, pal. Let me grab my camera.
First one of these that I've seen in all my wanderings. I didn't see a rattle, and he didn't try to bite me when I gently tugged him back into the road to pose for a few shots. Guess he's a pine snake?
About 3 1/2 feet I guess, maybe four when stretched out. Seemed a pleasant fellow, though he did start to get testy after the third time I tugged him back into the frame.
Did I mention... only in the pines?
To paraphrase Dylan... tangled up in roots.
That old green slag, she's exactly what she used to be.
I love the velvety texture of the ground cover out by old man Wharton's barn.
The walls look about as they did last time I was by here, maybe two years ago.
This web spans three trees about 2-3 feet apart. Industrious little bastard.
Nice to see you again, old friend, but now I must away. Beer and wings at the Pic and the long drive home. Fare thee well until we meet again.
Bricks and ironstone on the bank of the Oswego at Martha.
The bridge at Martha.
This little guy wouldn't let me get any closer, and I didn't have my zoom. He looks a lot like a Black Swallowtail, but without the pointy bits in the rear.
Only in the Pines.
Rope swing at Martha Furnace.
Hey, not so fast, pal. Let me grab my camera.
First one of these that I've seen in all my wanderings. I didn't see a rattle, and he didn't try to bite me when I gently tugged him back into the road to pose for a few shots. Guess he's a pine snake?
About 3 1/2 feet I guess, maybe four when stretched out. Seemed a pleasant fellow, though he did start to get testy after the third time I tugged him back into the frame.
Did I mention... only in the pines?
To paraphrase Dylan... tangled up in roots.
That old green slag, she's exactly what she used to be.
I love the velvety texture of the ground cover out by old man Wharton's barn.
The walls look about as they did last time I was by here, maybe two years ago.
This web spans three trees about 2-3 feet apart. Industrious little bastard.
Nice to see you again, old friend, but now I must away. Beer and wings at the Pic and the long drive home. Fare thee well until we meet again.
.
