Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sometimes while scouting around the yard, I notice little oddities camouflaged as I look to the ground. This mushroom caught my eye as a gloomy little creature with melting, morphing skin. As I bent down to take a closer look I saw the tiniest blue flower to the left of this vision... as a glimmer of hope on further inspection.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
One of the scrappiest little bushes in our yard briefly produces a few of the most beautiful blooms in April. The flowering quince is native to Asia, specifically Japan, and is sometimes referred to as Japonica. However, the term is also used loosely to define other decorative trees and bushes. Regardless of it's name these blooms are exquisite in their soft orange color and I just call them beautiful.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
As I look at the blue sky behind the young green of the leaves I think back to my childhood. Dressed for school in a blue blouse and green skirt, my mother informed me that my outfit did not match. I wore it anyway and felt my Nature Mother agreed with my choice... these two colors match perfectly.
Monday, April 27, 2009
During a past business trip in Phoenix AZ, I caught this gentle hill in front of the McDowell Mountains in the distance. The water gave visual refreshment as the temperature was already above 90 degrees in the early morn. I loved the graceful delicacy of these trees and wished I had asked someone what they are.
Friday, April 24, 2009
My pear tree is dying in old age and disease... it no longer bears fruit, it's bark riddled with growth of molded decay. And yet it brought forth the last thoughts of acceptance and beauty as the blooms looks to the heavens...I caught them gazing through a blur of tear.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
It was a misty day on a quiet Virginia beach when I spotted this tangled sculpture of branches that seemed to have washed up from the sea. At first it looked wet and confused as one who has been tumbled in a wave. As I aimed to shoot the sun poked out... softening the colors into the surreal.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sometimes black and white captures a moment without distraction. I was struck by the graceful posing of these deer who came to visit in the snowy yard. Two stand proud, as one searches the ground for the stray apple that might have been left on the ground under the apple tree. Being cautious by nature the doe in the foreground looks over her shoulder.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
While shuffle-kicking through the crunchy leaves on an Autumn day, I spied this oak who held out it's hands in fiery color... as a welcome to the beauty of the season. The last blush of color grows most vibrant as the coming winter approaches. A gentle reminder that as we move through our own seasons of life, each stage offers it's own beauty... and cause for a passionate inspiration.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I love trees with their gnarly bark and chiseled faces. This beauty made me laugh when I ascribed a big yawn to his old and weather worn face. The leaves seemed to dance and giggle in the wind as the autumn wind blew past. Deep within the open mouth a small face shyly peers out to have it's picture taken.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
On a cold clear January day, I wander down to the stream and marvel at the colors of blue and rust and brown. Clouds and snow give accent to bank and sky. The bare branches seem to entangle and embrace above the flow of the reflective water. A juxtaposition of the warmth of the sun drenched vegetation and the cold sky above and water below.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
How tempting to take close up photos of the most beautiful of flowers, the rose. From bud to bloom there is almost never a bad shot. Even out of focus, the metaphor of it's meaning tells a tale. I caught this beauty one summer day.... open in full gory. On close inspection one of the little petals had fallen to the center, obscuring it as a face in profile with tiny tongue licking the tender anthers.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I see beauty in the pattern of growth most people overlook... like this weed patch. By manipulating just a little color, look how these tiny weedy flowers smile. They surrounded a telephone pole by the road as I took my walk, and seemed to beckon me to shoot a photo. I'm glad I did.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
It was a sweltering hot day in Phoenix, and yet as I sat by a pond and watched this duck silently glide and preen, I was cooled by the vision. I marveled at the concentric circles created around my feathered friend as he floated unconcerned that I watched in wonder.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Flowers possess an innocent beauty, in flashes of color and intrigue that cannot be ignored from a distance. On close inspection, each petal or bell has a little story to tell to the child-like mind who can wile and dream. Can you see the little mouse heads with dainty whiskers looking downward from these beautiful blooms? They seem to be sniffing their admiring visitor... which gladdens my heart.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Because we live in the illusion of time, everything changes with age. If we can suspend our fear of this process and celebrate the change, how much happier we will be. In nature, I see beauty in the the tiniest sprout of new growth, as well as the beauty of decay. I love the morph of this old tree branch that had fallen to the ground into a vision of a little old alien. He will eventually change into decay, but not before I got a chance to enjoy his aging beauty.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
There is nothing so astonishing as a beautiful sunset... it has the power to take your breath away. Imagine my delight as I looked out the kitchen window to see the December sky. It was aglow in fiery color as a backdrop to the stark trees and branches. It's no wonder I keep my camera within sight at all times, within minutes this scenic splendor would disappear.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
As we turn our back on winter, I wanted one last glance at the season's snow. These patches, as pockets on the verdant pine display a quiet elegance, if only briefly in the morning sunlight. Gently, the branches cradle the snow and thank it for it's watery nourishment.