Hunter in the Night

The pear tree down at Dorothy's house is bursting with fruit. Don't look for this one, though; it's inside me now.
The pear tree down at Dorothy’s house is bursting with fruit. Don’t look for this one, though; it’s inside me now.
This desert tarantula was a guest in the north pasture tonight. Although it seemed to be aware of my presence, it did not assume any kind of threatening posture. I let it go about its business.
This desert tarantula was a guest in the north pasture tonight. Although it seemed to be aware of my presence, it did not assume any kind of threatening posture. I let it go about its business.

The weather is spectacular in Oklahoma these days. The days are clear blue; the nights are cool.

Tonight after making Abby something to eat, I decided I needed to be outside. I grabbed a camera, one of my Nikon D80s with the 35mm f/1.8, and headed out. I walked down to Dorothy’s place, which, despite being a nice piece of land and a neat old house, is still for sale.

I photographed a few branches and bricks, and noted that the old pear tree was loaded with fruit. I grabbed one and started to eat it as I walked west toward the pond. As I approached the Walnut tree, I saw an adult tarantula on the ground. I stopped and photographed it. Apparently there are a lot more tarantulas this year than last.

I finished the night with a loop around the pond, then back to the walnut tree, which I photographed against a beautiful autumn sky.

Heavy with hard, green fruit, our black walnut tree stands against a fiery sky tonight.
Heavy with hard, green fruit, our black walnut tree stands against a fiery sky tonight.

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