My maple tree looks pretty much the same all summer, lush and green, and all winter, bare branches. But spring and fall are times of change, it looks a little bit different everyday.
When I went on a safari several years ago some folks in my group were disappointed that we didn’t experience a kill. I was happy enough that we didn’t, especially since it seemed to be a time of year with lots of babies.
For Wordless Wednesday and Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week: Atmosphere.
These are all taken from a little deck off the spare bedroom at my Dad’s house. We were there today and I took pictures, from about the same vantage point, of the changing light and clouds from mid afternoon to after sundown.
The tree and land do not change, but the clouds move and alter the amount and angle of light, and therefore the colors. It is interesting to me that the one taken mid-afternoon looks almost like a black and white and the one taken after sundown has vibrant colors. Maybe that is a metaphor for life in some way.
Cee’s Pick Me Up Post today inspired me to put together this post about flowers that we don’t usually think of as flowers. The quote is:
The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfullness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.Thich Nhat Hanh
We were eating them as recently as two months ago. Then they got woody and the tops began to look like the tops of old Russian churches. Then they started to get a bit bumply under their caps …
… and this week they are popping out.
I think they are rather pretty. I also like the flowers of parsley. In the background of the photos above.
It is, I believe, a cousin of Queen Anne’s Lace. I like the subtlety and delicacy of it’s green tinged flowers. Sometimes, when I bother to bring flowers in from the garden, I will put them with roses in a vase, like some folks use baby’s breath. But mostly I just enjoy them when I am out in the yard.
Our walk along Hadrian’s Wall Path last summer took us from Solway Firth on the west coast of England to (after a short metro ride from Wallsend) to the North Sea at Whitley Bay.
At the start of the 12 day walk we were up late (sunset was around 10 pm) and early, due to a combination of jet lag and adrenaline. The day after the walk we just went out after breakfast.
It’s been a long time since we had a puppy in the family. Boy is she fast!…and fearless.
I wish I had that much energy.
Posted for Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week Challenge: Movement.