My own backyard

This seemed to be the longest week ever. By Saturday, I was exhausted, and I didn’t actually do much of anything. Being a slug, apparently, is hard work. I still got up early and went for a photo hike, only I stayed in town. I made a lap at our local nature boardwalk. It’s a mile long, so I had a good walk, and found some fun surprises.

I happened on a trio of turtles sunning themselves on a submerged tree limb. The photo doesn’t do them justice. It’s hard to get a decent perspective, but they were huge. The largest of the three had a neck and head as big as my forearm and fist.

Earlier in the week, I visited the beach a couple of times while on errands. It’s snowbird time here on the Gulf, but that flock of gulls is not what that means.

There was also a moment of zen during a recent sunset. It was while I was enjoying the evening light show, that the Mister texted me to let me know our application to adopt a sweet, miniature Lab was approved. Hopefully we can bring our newest fur kid home next weekend.

You can click on any image to see a larger photo, or the series as a slideshow.

(Photos shot with a Nikon D60, using an 18-55mm, 55-200mm, 20mm f/2.8 wide-angle, 50mm f/1.8 prime lens, Nikon CoolPix S205 and/or iPhone4)

For more photos, please visit my Flickr photostream.

Unknown Mami
Submitted to Unknown Mami’s Sundays in My City

18 thoughts on “My own backyard

  1. Being a slug IS hard work. I can attest to that!

    The turtles are amazing! I could never see such things up here. We’ve got pretty little ones, but the really big ones keep themselves hidden.

    Congratulations on being approved for the adoption! So excited for you!


  2. Love the turtles all lined up on a log… reminds me of the children’s song “5 little speckled frogs, sat on a speckled log eating the most delicious grubs….”



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