Lest you think all at the pond is flora, fauna, birds, bees, fish, and turtles, the photos in this post will show you the evidence of man’s presence that periodically catches my attention.

Yesterday’s weather was so summer-like, I decided to go for another quick walk around 7:30 p.m. Although it was still quite light out, as the next half hour passed, it became more difficult to get the lighting I needed for any photos. This was frustrating, since, alongside the pond, there is a two to three acre field, which someone, on a red tractor, was plowing. A grove of trees (entwined with Concord grape vines) and a stone wall on a bit of a rise separate the pond and the field. The tractor, especially its color, distracted me from the pond. I wish you could hear the sound of the scene captured above – the drone of an engine’s labor in the quiet of the end of a day. (I was able to take this picture by capturing light from the sky, which fools the camera – and me – in its ability to put light into the shot. It was nearly too dark to see the tractor when I took this picture.)

The day I thought to write the last post (which featured feathered friends, in two-by-twos, pursuing each other), just as I was about to head home after an evening walk, I heard two single engine planes overhead. Often I hear and see just one. But, that evening, two planes were engaged in a Snoopy v.s. The Red Baron game of, what appeared to be, chicken. I was dumbfounded to observe how close they would come to each other. One would cut the engine as the other gave full throttle acceleration, just as they appeared to me that they might actually collide. After ten or so minutes, of what I presumed to be non-FAA approved activity, one tailed the other off into the distance. Click on these photos to enlarge them.

A street runs along one end of the pond. Generally, I try to avoid having passing vehicles in my pictures. But,some days ago, there was a beauty of a red truck going by as I took a long shot of the pond. As I looked through the lens, I had the sense that time had zipped back to another era, like, the late 50’s.