Monday, May 31, 2010


A baby red breasted thrush sat calmly in the middle of the road awaiting a sure and sudden squash. It took little effort to shoo him back to the camouflaged safety of a nearby macadam driveway.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Quince Identical

Two quince cleave together as one as they nestle deep within the comfort of the bush. From a distance they appear identical and yet as one draws close to them their unique shape and speckle becomes apparent.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Celebratory Sway

Two old leaves in dewy morning sunlight, dance in sway to celebrate the return of the honeybee.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Two Tables

All's quiet on the fairy terrace. The tables have been cleared of the night-time feast of wild strawberries, fiddlehead ferns, and honeysuckle nectar.

Thursday, May 27, 2010


Head in the clouds in chaos confusion, often a Seraph will appear to humble the baser thoughts and emotions into a state of grace.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Wild and Wrinkled

The Sun illuminates the wild untamed wisdom of the old tree who through rooted deeply in the Earth, spreads it arms to embrace the sky, each wrinkle an etched marking of a quiet fortitude.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Pink Pinwheel

The pretty pink rose in our garden waits patiently for a Spring breeze to blow on it's petals. I can only imagine the pinwheel spin that will ensue.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Along the Canal

The irises watch the changing skies from the banks of the still water.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Shy Butterfly

Flitting among the fragrant blossoms of the Weigela bush, this little fairy dancer shyly played a game of hide and seek with me as I sought to memorialise her vivid beauty.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Art of the Tree

It was an interesting accumulation of tree debris that I found along the curb. So pretty was the tangle of twiggy droppings that I brought it home and laid it gently upon the moss under our regal Maple tree. Voila! A pseudo-tree was created!

Friday, May 21, 2010

Spring Dance Party

In Springtime, while the pretty pastels seem to get all the attention, the sizzling shimmy shake of the red hot leaves in the cool morning breeze gets my attention in a a snapshot moment. It should have been a movie-clip.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

A Little Nutter

The squirrels in our neighborhood love to sit in the Hemlock tree and eat in front of us. I should be mad as they dig up my bulbs and savor them in front of me. They are probably hoping that we will reward them with their favorite treat, Marcona almonds. Will the real nutters please rise.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

After the Rain

Fallen leaves lie holding one another. The sun has come out to dry up all the rain...

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Peony Fluffles

The fluffles and flounce of the opening flower calls to mind a cool creamy frosting covering a lemony centered cupcake.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Catch Me If You Can

A couple of ducks cruise across the lake, the male in hot pursuit as the female glides noiselessly to the destination... the reeds by the bank for a bit of a tousle.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Tree Viper

Jutting out from the side of a locust tree, this protrusion of bark with unidentified "fangs" gave me the willies on first glance. Good thing I had my camera as I would have a hard time explaining this.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Irises Along The Fence

With a little lean to the left, this sunny group of irises seem to chat... blissfully unaware that anything more is expected of them.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Little Nubs Pays a Visit

My, has the frolicking little fawn grown. Standing outside under the apple tree, the young buck waits patiently as I take his picture through the glass door. He is proud of his new pedicles or "nubs" as I call them and is happy to show them off.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

The Last Holdout

Spring has been blooming everywhere and yet as the temps dip back into the 40's this young tree appears to stubbornly lack in participation. The clouds float by in the chill of the sky glancing serenely at the spindly upstart who defies the Spring budding ritual.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Grandma's Scissors

The Northern Flicker cuts across the grey flannel on the bias, as she prepares to peck the dainty stitches from the hem of a lawn.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Cranky Little Dude

As I was honing in to shoot the perfect red rose, I noticed those sinister dark eyes and heard a snide voice whisper, " What the hell are you looking at?" I giggled, winked, shot, and replied, "Why nothing at all little dude."

Monday, May 10, 2010


Lying by the bank of a stagnant creek, the roots of withering tree crawl above the green flecked ground.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Allium Family Stroll

A family of alliums stands by the fence in a park and admires the litter of leaves on the lawn.

Saturday, May 8, 2010


Oh majestic beast who sails so gracefully high in the blue currents, pose proudly for your friend who sees you on a pedestal for your ability to rid the world of the untidy dead.

Friday, May 7, 2010


It's much too still under the Hemlock tree. Where, oh where are our little winged hummers? The sippy cup is ready and waiting...

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Three Old Men

Their heads impaled on sticks, the three old curmudgeons shoot the breeze amidst the litter of the blown out wishes of dandelions.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

A Little Blue

By the edge of the muddy stream, forget-me-nots peer across the water to see the sky reflected in their own shade of blue. It is a wondrous comfort to be recognized.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Butterfly Faces

My pansies great me every morning... butterfly faces in purple splash upon a white bonnet of parasol.

Monday, May 3, 2010

The White Horse

From my perch behind the tree, I felt privileged to gaze upon the white horse in the shimmering light of a Beltane sun.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Watching the Sky

The Japanese Maples look to the sky waiting for clouds to roll like credits... the movie is the weather that just keeps repeating itself. Is there anything really new under the Sun?

Saturday, May 1, 2010

A Maying

The geese glide by at break of day their squawks sound like a yaying. Wake up, wake up
you sleepyheads, it's time to go a-maying!

PS After posting this photo, I couldn't help but think of Emerson : "What potent blood hath modest May."