Suzanne Hendrich

The wind on the cliff stirring an awesome patch of fall-tinged trailside grass.

Clinging to the last days of life before the frost settles for a spell.

Quizzical bluebirds. I too am surprized but I am happy for it.

A fallen tree makes a nice sunny spot for a spotted spreadwing guy.

Haze in the distance, fall’s heart of gold lingering for us to breathe in.

Making the most of thier last few days, dancing the damselfly tandem.

Still time to make the most of it, finding a spot in the sun to mate.

The trail is wide, good for twenty-five hikers, good for forest quiet.

The patch of forest along the railroad trail with a glimmer of gold.

Spotted spreadwing near the end of his season, cheers to Mister Blue Eyes.

Who the heck are you, she wonders, as I disturb their snacking on the go.

Racing then resting, on the way south as the snow signals time to go.

Widgeoning on the Milltown pond on the way to a gentler season.

I had a bluebird season yesterday even if just a minute.

She blends in nicely finding a sunny spot on the old railroad bed.

Time to pile up as many tomatoes as I can, frost is forecast.

Lettuce celebrate a second harvest of greens and and some that are not.

I disturbed him by the pond but he found a spot nearby for some peace.

Embodying the falling leaves, fluttering, then settling bright with awe.

One of our steep hikes up Barmeyer to look out, admire deeper past.

Still hanging around, just a tiny bit tattered, enjoying some sun.

At the refuge we always enjoy watching the flock of plump turkeys.

I see a glint of gold, follow her steathily to her meadowland perch.

Enjoying the green flow of the Blackfoot over its freestone channel.

Blanket flowers still blooming, making for very happy bee fly friends

The beach by the cliff on the Blackfoot, a good place to feel autumn’s flow.

The air tinged with fall, sun’s highlights giving sparkles, hikers breathe and stroll.

Stamina or will failed me yesterday yet I enjoyed trail and trees.

She’s a bit tattered, let’s agree a life well-lived deserves sun and peace.

It’s mating season for striped meadowhawks, finding a safe spot, deep grass.

On the cusp of fall, Rattlesnake Creek is calling all who need its peace.

Quite the show-off as he trolls the Clark Fork, the fish are fresh and frisky.

They enjoy tall grass waiting patiently for some unsuspecting bug

Always warms my heart to see the spotted spreadwings in their heartful shape.

Rattlesnake Creek at the end of a new trail and the end of summer.

They sometimes wander up the cliff, away from home, finding safety here.

First of the autumn meadowhawks, she will blend well with the turning leaves.

Not many bluets left on the pond this season. Time to get busy.

The spotted spreadwings love the trailside junipers, tasty snacks hatching?

The mating frenzy is going well, September at Milltown State Park.

Pink sky at the dawn bodes well for the day as it brings the sense of awe.

Paddle-tailed darner finds respite from the chase, this tree is nice and safe.

Always nice to see variegated meadowhawks on their way southward.

A tule bluet netted to get a close view, next move, the release.

It’s the season for variegated meadowhawks, migrant mysteries.

Band-winged meadowhawk, a noble Odonate, robed in orange splendor.

Dragonfly convo beside the trail, nice surprise stopped me in my tracks.

Peckish woodpecker gives the evil eye to all who disturb their snacking.

Common whitetails like to perch in the sun, away from everyone else.

A pre-birthday treat for my sister, sixty-eight did not fit, eight, yes!