“…And he shall rise up at the voice of the bird…”
My first summer back in Missouri after living in California for 11 years: Hot and Humid and Buggy!
That’s the downside.
The upside: Amazing Backyard Birds!
One in particular made a nest on the back porch at my temporary abode. It was absolutely FASCINATING! I watched her build the nest. When her hatchlings appeared, I watched them grow. When the day came for them to fly, they flew away right in front of me!
I simply had to know what kind of birds these were.
I purchased a “Birds of Missouri” Field Guide. Between it and the internet–which has video recordings of birds singing–I narrowed my new feathered friend down to an Eastern Phoebe.
I began to recognize her daily morning call: “Fee-Bee, Fee-Bee, Fee-Bee!”
And then she laid more eggs.
The new fledgings flew away yesterday, and I did not hear my Phoebe this morning.
I wonder, “Will she will return to her nest or is she gone for good?”
The Final Leg of our Bike Ride through Dogwood Canyon.
Crossing the Arkansas Border…
Another Waterfall at the End of the Trail…
Full of Golden Rainbow Trout!!!!
Seeing the Golden Rainbow Trout was a real treat for me! I’d never seen one before and was happily snapping picture after picture. The one on the left is my favorite photo of these beautiful fish.
“…Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”
Matthew 4 :18
Categories: Animals, Biking, Dogwood Canyon
Tags: Animals, Biking, Christianity, Creation, Dogwood Canyon Nature Park, Fish, Golden Rainbow Trout, Nature, Photography, Waterfall
The Path through Dogwood Canyon continues…
This week’s photos highlight a little chapel, located at the beginning of the trail just on the other side of last week’s covered bridge.
After the chapel, we rode our bikes past waterfalls, over bridges and close to dogwood trees.
Don’t forget to check out next week’s BLOG for the FINAL LEG OF OUR JOURNEY…WILDLIFE!
NOTE: My husband, Dan, took most of these pictures as I am too busy having fun riding my bike through the park.
- A little chapel with a huge window at the front, framing a waterfall.
We chose to bike through the canyon.
Dogwood Canyon is full of beautiful bridges.
Another beautiful bridge…
Waterfalls in the creek
Waterfalls flowing off the cliffs
“O LORD, how great are thy works!”
My first trip since moving from California to Missouri…
Just this week, my husband and I were blessed to have visited Dogwood Canyon Nature Park, located near Branson, Missouri.
What a peaceful place! We decided to bike through the canyon along a trail that followed a stream chock full of trout with waterfalls both in the water and cascading down the cliffs, which bordered the stream. And…Dogwood trees were scattered all along the creek’s edge.
Today’s pictures are of an old Grist Mill, turned into a museum and restaurant. And, a covered bridge, which began the first leg of our journey. Both of these structures added to the charm of the park.
Truthfully, this canyon made me feel as if I were back home in Yosemite Valley (minus the high granite cliffs)—It was that serene.
I’ll be blogging about this adventure over the next several weeks. You won’t want to miss the end of the trail…I was so surprised by a little bit of wildlife that I had never seen before.
For more information about Dogwood Canyon Nature Park visit their website at http://www.dogwoodcanyon.org/
Lately, I’ve been reflecting upon the butterfly and the dramatic change that occurs during its very short life span—the metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly—along with the migration of the Monarch Butterfly.
And comparing it to the change that will be occurring in my life—
We’re leaving California next month to build a home on some acreage in the Midwest, and I am VERY EXCITED about this change!!! I will be closer to my family. I will also be near a wildlife wetlands refuge–New material to photograph and share! Yay!
Back to the butterfly.
The beginning of this month, my husband and I visited the Monarch Butterfly Grove, at Pismo Beach, California, where thousands of butterflies west of the Rockies migrate each winter, clinging to the leaves of the fragrant eucalyptus trees for warmth, food and protection. These butterflies are four generations removed from the ones who migrated here the year before. Yet, they know exactly where to go, guided by an Unseen Hand.
May that same Unseen Hand guide all of the changes along all our paths…
The desert swallows me every time I travel through it. The enormity of it never ceases to amaze me.
This snapshot of the abandoned silver mine town of Calico, California, is located in the Mojave Desert near Barstow. Tucked into the Mojave’s barren hills, it is now a popular tourist attraction. I really like this picture because it speaks to me of just how immense the desert truly is. (That’s me in the far right corner. Notice how small I am compared to the landscape.) Incidentally, The Mojave Desert is only a fraction of the land mass known as the Great Basin.
Imagine driving through this vastness for hours. Then, imagine traveling by foot as many did in the 1800s.
I paired this picture with this particular Proverb because of the history that seems to follow the mining towns–A history of lawlessness. Of the three mines that I have visited, the saloons outnumbered the churches by a huge margin.
Regardless, the abandoned mines, as well as the desert of the American west, fascinate me. Perhaps, it is because I never saw either one until I was an adult.
To more adventures!
With the ocean on one side and mountains on the other, this boardwalk made for a perfect path in which to do some pondering! This picture was taken in the evening as the sun was setting upon the Pacific Ocean along the central California coast.
Moonstone Beach Drive in Cambria, California.
A walk along Moonstone Beach near the little seaside town of Cambria—tucked in among the mountains of the Central California Coast—provided my husband and I with plenty of photo opportunities. Here is a picture of some seals resting amid the waves, which repeatedly crashed against the rocks. The way these animals seem so oblivious to the constant water spray reminded me of the verses in Psalms that I have attached to this picture.