Because of insomnia, I am not a morning person, which means I will never be up at the crack of dawn taking pictures. Never mind! Not only do I get a lot of reading done well past the time when most sensible people are asleep, but I also have the light of twilight for taking pictures. As twilight’s light is very beautiful, this more than compensates for my inability to get up when the sun rises.
Last night was such a golden night. As the sun set, the newly-opened Irises positively glowed. Out came the camera and snap, snap, snap. Within minutes I had taken thirty-six pictures.
Afterwards, Clif and I sat on the patio and had drinks.
“The blackflies aren’t too bad,” I observed, and Clif concurred.
As if that weren’t enough, a hummingbird whirred to the new feeder and then whirred away.
And earlier that day, a blue heron flew overhead, the first sighting of the season for me.