There is a walking path through some woods that back up to my neighborhood where I take my dogs for a walk. Sometimes I take the leash off Mireille and let her chase the wild rabbits. She never catches any but she thinks she can and she gets lots of exercise running full blast.
I call that blowing out the carbon.
Lately the fireflies have been out at dusk so this is my favorite time of day to go. Last week Blane caught one and held it in his cupped hands. In the darkness I could see the translucence between his closed fingers. It was like a artist’s lamp that was all iffy about staying on.
I didn’t have the camera or tripod with me but wondered if it was possible to capture a photo of this.
Fireflies are almost impossible to photograph because the light is so low. On top of that, they fly. Setting the exposure and trying to focus on something I can’t see (and will not stay still) has been enormously challenging.
So that’s been my mission the last couple of weeks, get a photo of fireflies. Later I will try to get the artist’s lamp thing.
I did see these fireflies in the drugstore while waiting for my prescription to get filled:
Photo from this blog.
Gummy bugs that light up when you pinch them with the magic tongs. Of course I got them. I have to amuse myself in the midst of all this firefly defeat. I also got a bottle of industrial strength bubble soap. The package claims the bubbles are so strong you can touch them and they won’t pop.
I wanted to get this:
But thankfully the pharmacy snapped me out of it by saying my prescription was ready. (that was a really close one)
Anyway, Blane and I are out on the patio and I whip out my bubbles knowing full well he will laugh at me for buying that. He doesn’t know these are special, that they don’t pop. Soon, bubbles are collecting on the patio table, the ground, and, ah, on a spiderweb…
He watches the spider glide down its web and attack the bubbles. I’m still blowing bubbles and have managed to create a bubble tree. Then I sit down by him and we both wonder how far the wind might have taken them, and if anyone spotted one. Blane’s calm and relaxed, and laughing. No longer making fun of my purchase. I can read his mind. It says, “I love you, you goofy girl.”
Fireflies. Here’s the best I can do so far:
I adjusted the colors of the leaves and trees so the fireflies would show. I’ll keep trying to get a better photo.