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Haiku Moment: fall hurrah

garden end begins

sunlight dwindles, weather cools

final fall hurrah

fall hurrah by Angie Quantrell

Yakima Valley


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Haiku Moment: download

screens capture eye spies-

beautiful scenes download to

heart memory storage

download by Angie Quantrell

Marymere Falls, Olympic Peninsula


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Haiku Moment: life nuggets

Olympic Peninsula

rain spheres land

paint themselves green

life nuggets

orbs unite

assume purpose

refresh all

life nuggets by Angie Quantrell

Olympic Peninsula, WA


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Haiku Moment: rainforest floor

rainforest floor

littered with wonder

translucent friend

rainforest floor by Angie Quantrell

Olympic Peninsula, WA


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Haiku Moment: just a shell

just a shell.

but winding a trail?

it’s alive!

just a shell by Angie Quantrell

Ocean Shores, WA


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Haiku Moment: flower world

garden globe beckons

buzzy visitors zoom close

insect flower world

flower world by Angie Quantrell

Yakima Valley


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Haiku Moment: plus one

rehomed sage settled

thanks for bringing a plus one

handsome garden friend

plus one by Angie Quantrell


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Haiku Moment: a pop-py

fuzzy fat pods hang

drooping from scrawny stems, then

a pop-py bursts forth

a pop-py

by Angie Quantrell

Yakima Valley


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Haiku Moment: flycatchers

Flycatcher parent waiting for me to not look while it feeds the nestlings. My car antenna is a convenient perch for such activity.

mournful calls echo

as watchful parents dash, dart

flycatchers nest here

flap, crack-winged warning

startles, drives out predator

hoping for a snack

poofed fledglings appear

flapping, dropping, flight attemps

offspring launch from home

Both parents cling tightly to the fence in the wind, wishing I would go away and they could catch bugs (yay) and feed the babies. It’s hard to capture them still! Wind does not help.

flycatchers by Angie Quantrell

The clearest shot of the female (I believe). The wind is pushing up her chest feathers.

Every year for the past 7-8, we’ve had a pair of flycatchers nesting in the parking shed. It’s fascinating to watch them. And they eat flies (and all sorts of flying insects). Win-win for us.


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Haiku Moment: crabby grass

the more I dig deep

frustration builds, anger grows

why it’s called crab grass

crabby grass by Angie Quantrell

Yakima Valley