I love when the sun is covered by a thin cloud cover, letting you get a glimpse without being blinded.
Cedar planks for sale at the Gibson Mill Depot. The warm burgundy hues are gorgeous, but it was the scent wafting through the vender stalls that caught my attention first. If only a photograph could translate the wonderful smell.
A large starfish I spotted on the beach at Icy Straight Point in Alaska last year It’s also a pretty accurate description of what I’ll be up to for the rest of the month, since I’m off from work until next Tuesday.
An extra fire sunset from last year, so vivid it made the local news.
The message from my last fortune cookie. If I needed one last push to go vote, this would have been it. Fortunately North Carolina has had early voting open since October 15th, so I have already acquired our state’s most sought after accessory, the I Voted pen/stylus.
This plastic jack-o’-lantern has been my Halloween lookout for the past 15 years. I bought it for the first apartment I shared with my now husband, and it’s still with us, four apartments and a house later.
Little peaks of red and yellow foliage are starting to emerge here in Charlotte, along with more sighting of black vultures, a fixture in the area during colder months.
Before traveling to Alaska last September, I knew I absolutely wanted to spot a bald eagle during my trip. What I didn’t realize until arriving was, Ravens are also very important to Alaskan culture, and seeing them in wild would be just as special. I spotted these Ravens in Hoonah, a small town on Icy Straight Point, the very first stop on our cruise.
Unable to post a weekly schedule, this closed movie theater in Boone, NC opted for a quote from The Hobbit instead. All movie theaters have been closed in North Carolina since April due to the pandemic.
Last year around this time I posted a photo of a butterfly I found being eaten by a wasp. At the time I thought it was symbolic of the seasonal change and days growing shorter and darker earlier. In retrospect, it could have been an omen for the apocalyptic year we are having. This year, I’ve only spotted lively, fluttering butterflies. Hopefully they are a sign that next year will be better.