And after the Red-Bellied Woodpecker flew off to do other things, the Blue Jays came back and I took some more pictures! These are beautiful birds. Rather sinister and they destroy the nests of other birds and eat their eggs. But as blue as a bird gets, Blue Jays are. Blue, I mean.
Welcome Blue Jay!
“Okay, then. I’ll be flying a bit. See you around the woods,” says Jay.
A rather menacing Blue Jay!
Big Blue Jay
Handsome Blue Jay
Beautiful feather design!
Blue Jay, watching
And a few more blues:
Garry in blue
Looking for something different? Becky sent me the clue and I realized “Hey, I have signs too!”
So here are a couple of them. Square and unquestionably blue!
Paint a rock, take a rock. pass on your rocks …
And then, there are the hours at the pot shop!
On this very hot day in July, thoughts tend to turn more to cold showers than romance … but it will get better.
By Monday, the heat will break and then it will be a normal hot summer. Or, so we hope. Because the weather has not been anything like normal in quite a while and I wonder if it will ever be “normal” again.
An icy blue river in February.
First of all, you always take pictures at an angle because buildings are tall and we aren’t quite that tall. You are probably taller than me, but I’m not a hard level to beat.
But since you brought up architecture, I figured okay, why not? Buildings are good and surely I’ve got some blue skies or blue shutters or blue something or other.
Amidst a near sea of pink, my selfie in the mirror at Garry’s barbershop. I’m dressed in blue and there are some other bits of blue here and there.
A blue photographer and one blue sky with a red neon sign.
And the neon sign by the Mendon Diner!
It took me a while to finally get the Spiderwort to show properly blue. This is the way I see them outside. They turn purple or violet when photographed and my job was to finally get the hue corrected. it wasn’t easy, but I did it. It sure took long enough!
Early in June, we went to the Blackstone River in Smithfield and met two kayakers. One was setting out in a blue kayak, the other in a red one.
The sun was bright and the blue of the kayak and the man’s blue lifevest reflected in the silky water.
It was a beautiful day and they decided to try paddling upriver. No one goes upriver, but we didn’t know why no one goes upriver. I’m assuming that there’s a falls up there or perhaps too many rocks.
We didn’t stay long enough to see how it went or how far they managed to paddle.
The blue Kayak
Blue sky, blue kayak and of course, blue water.