This annual review will be completed before the end of the year. Pinky promise! Once a month I serve a little church in St. Joseph, Louisiana. Occasionally, I leave after coffee hour, go just a tiny jog back south on Hwy 65 to head west on Hwy 4 to enter the southern most edge of Big Lake WMA and meander north toward home. So it was that September 7, 2025, the road ditches were full of blooming Ironweed (Vernonia spp.) and other wildflowers. Butterflies were everywhere. I did not actually count individuals, but a quick search of iNaturalist shows me…
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August: Butterflies Galore
It’s the hottest month of the year in Louisiana, and the butterflies love it! Actually, July is just as hot, but by August we’re really tired of it, so maybe it just seems worse. Whatever. Don’t get hooked on butterfly counting if you can’t take the heat. As August approached last summer, I set out to do some butterfly counting on my own. I had learned that Morehouse Parish, which neighbors my home Ouachita Parish, was “under-reported” when it comes to butterflies. In other words, not much butterfly counting has been done there and so the list of known species…
Between Here and There
That’s the title of the current exhibition of “satellite members” of D’Art Gallery, a cooperative in the downtown Denver arts district (900 Santa Fe). I joined the Gallery as a satellite member about a year and a half ago. For this year’s show, I sent a series of five images from a larger collection I call “#TrackingTide.” The collection came about because one fine day on Dauphin Island, Al., I was walking back toward my car on “East End Beach” with the waves of the Gulf of Mexico lapping at my feet. I had already photographed the birds and Atlantic…
#AdventWord #Fruit
The Simple PathSilence is PrayerPrayer is FaithFaith is LoveLove is ServiceThe Fruit of Service is Peace–Mother Teresa–
#AdventWord #Joy
“This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life…


