Published: Arizona Highways Magazine's Friday Fotos Blog

May 19, 2017

Today's Friday Fotos theme was Catalina State Park in Tucson.  Here is the image that Arizona Highways Magazine included in their weekly Friday Fotos:

Published - Friday Fotos: Arizona Highways blog

This week's Arizona Highways Friday Fotos "Old and New" theme.

This is a Harris' Antelope Squirrel eating newly bloomed flowers from a Hops Bush at Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix, Arizona on April 11, 2017. This squirrel was crawling from branch to branch eating as many flowers as it could while I was watching it for thirty minutes.

High Key Haiku

adjective: (of a photograph) having chiefly light tones, usually with little 

tonal contrast (distinguished from low-key ).

(source: dictionary.com)

High Key photos and Haiku poetry to accompany each image.

Published: Arizona Highways' Friday Fotos Blog - March 31, 2017

Along Hart Prairie Road in Flagstaff, Arizona

October 8, 2014

Published: Friday Fotos in Arizona Highways Magazine's blog

On Friday, February 3, 2017, my photo of a young Native American boy doing a Hoop Dance at The Heard Museum in Phoenix was published in Friday Fotos of Arizona Highways Magazine's blog. This week's theme was, 'sports'. The date of this cultural event was on Feb. 5, 2011.

Queen Butterfly Sold to DesignerPrints.com

Today, my photo of a Queen Butterfly was sold to a collector from Olivette, Missouri.  Last month, I sold the same image through the same buyer with DesignerPrints.com.

See the DesignerPrints sale announcement page HERE

Prints for sale HERE

Feather and "Hope"

On January 12, 2016, a feather floated by on a pond at the Gilbert Preserve at Water Ranch in Gilbert, Arizona.  The poem that I have posted below is by one of my mother's favorite poets, Emily Dickinson. Link to the poem's source is HERE

“Hope” is the thing with feathers 

BY EMILY DICKINSON

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.