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| An anvil thunderhead catches the evening sunlight. | 
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| Macro shot of a past-its-freshness-date purple coneflower. | 
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| Macro shot of daughter Phoebe's eye—she leaves these on every camera in the house. | 
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| White hibiscus flower—from the plant along our garage wall that the indigo buntings nested in very late in August. | 
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| Glory rays—that's what my Great Aunt Lolly called them—coming from the cloud-covered sun. | 
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| This image, taken with my iPhone 4S, looks almost like a painting. The blood moon was rising over the neighbor's pasture and the low-light gives the image a pleasingly grainy feel. | 
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| Soon the broad-winged hawks will all be well on their way to South America. I digiscoped this one from our tower using my iPhone. | 
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| Another iPhone digiscoping capture of a brown thrasher from the tower. | 
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| Streaks from the West, heralding the end of another beautiful August day at Indigo Hill. How I wish I could stay home and never miss another sunrise or sunset! |