My Eyes / His Eyes
In honor of: Archie Blair Fairley Jr.
"Granddaddy"
We started off walking at this park which kind of reminded me of walking the trails at the zoo with Granddaddy.
Quiet Winter Park
Bird...or no Bird?
I heard some birds in the reeds. There's one in this picture actually. Granddaddy would've told me what it was.
The Oxymoron River
My roommate said this is the New River, but it's actually one of the oldest rivers/streams. It seems like something he'd tell me.
What Hides in the Reeds?
There are wetlands in this area. I bet he'd second my curiosity as to what lives in there.
A Tart Reminder
A blackberry plant. It's good to remember edible plants, but the only reason I recognize it is because I have the plant tattooed on my arm.
Eggs on the Edge
A tiny bird's nest on a precarious branch. I wonder if anything lives there now? What tiny birds made that?
Bashful but Bright
A wooly worm. I hadn't seen one since I was about 7. I looked up what it turns into on my phone. I bet Granddaddy would've told me straight away. (It's a moth)
Running from Winter
Plants are starting to turn more brown as it gets colder. I don't remember if he preferred the hot or cold. Some things just slip away.
That Which Thrives While
Others Die
My roommate told me this is a type of wintergreen. I would've never noticed, but Granddaddy would've. I'm sure of it.
Anyone Home?
This tree is supposedly home to an owl. Due to owls being often noted as symbolizing wisdom, I think it's fair to leave off here.