These wildflowers already lost most of their pedals before I took this photograph. I wanted to capture the bright yellow of the flowers against the backdrop of the red vine leaves climbing the tree in the background.
While photographing a tree on an island in the James River, I realized there was a Great Blue Heron perched on one of the branches. Pleased the heron was close enough for some zoomed in shots, I took several pictures before it flew away. This was my favorite picture of the bunch.
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The long stem of this wild grass silently hangs above competing weeds, wildflowers and native plants, patiently waiting for its seeds to drop. Some will be eaten by birds and field mice. Others will fall in places they cannot germinate. But for eons these simple seeds have dropped from similar pods carrying the lessons of their ancestors. Each year enough find their way into the earth to continue the silent tradition.