I lived a day of contrasts and variation. I only took a few pictures. I see no iconic theme or themes to my day. I see no iconic moments. I have singled out two…fine photo’d instants. In the continuum.
Overall: a very, very fine day!
And the small stuff…love the tender, gentle yellow-green of the new growth.
I often wonder how many person-hours were spent deliberating about the design of product labels. How many people said: do we really need the pitchfork—how many shoppers will even know what it is? And, what’s with the ball-cap? Plus: why is the milk yellow?
Enough musing—me, I particularly like the nostril-spirals.
Miso soup bloom.
Two days in a row, I watched a cardinal* flit around in the mass of white azalea blooms next to the gaze-boh. Actually, maybe I missed it today because…I really wasn’t watching.
* We’ve had cardinals hang in the back yard (aka garden) in the spring as many springs back as I can remember. Can’t be the same pair….
I’ve been wanting to try Waterlogue again. I didn’t have anything good for this from today, so this is a Florida sunset photo from our recent trip. I’m liking this better than previous efforts….
Note the Glif package squeezed in there—it’s a very useful aid for…improving…iPhone photography….
This is Tax Day, which we may agree is a “necessary” holiday. For that reason, tip a cocktail to the deities of…taxiness…or governmentalism, or…bureaucracy. Something….
From the mundane world…here’s what the rain gave us as of this morning…petals on the ground.
On the assumption that mentioning it will prolong it, I will not discuss that the rain turned into wind…which I’m sure works with gravity to bring down more plant parts…. I admit it; I’m putting my head under a newspaper, metaphorically, as our guinea pigs did literally when I was a youngster and the cat went to sleep in their cage/box.
When I took this, it was about the gate. Then, I was reading about the Roman deity Janus, and I thought about gates being one symbol of beginnings and endings. Then I thought that it’s all a continuum, which is somehow a less stressful way to contemplate it. However, maybe less…satisfying? renewing? though.
Apologies of for the long run of flower photos, maybe not continuous, but, I acknowledge, with few interruptions.
It is, after all, the spring flower season.
We see so many roses that are…complex…it’s illuminating (??) to see just a simple, flat* bloom.
* Non-technical term….
We walked over to and through the Dogwood Festival in Piedmont Park. We dodged the masses by taking the sidewalks we normally take, along which signs ordered us to give priority to festival golf-carts, while most people were clogging the ex-streets where the booths reigned.
All that time in the park, and all that hubbub…and I took zero photos. This is my fave from the en-route portion of our walk….
Mostly, it seems like today was a…series of un-photographed most-excellent moments. (Maybe, if truth be told, that’s most days.)
On second thought, I was pondering a day of memorable moments…that I didn’t photograph.
So, in the absence of day-photos, I’ve repurposed (as in, a blog version of later-grammed) this lovely spring-garden photo. (Instead of a shot of brownie batter, a dinner table of food photo, etc., and so on.)
The title notes good times…and more. Actually, our day has been all all ALL good times!
Mwa! (You know who you are.)
These are from the same shrub as other day’s rain-dropt buds, they’re open, but only maybe 75% across the whole plant. Sometimes the blooming process is…staggered.
Listening to Steve Nicks from last night’s Jimmy F show; sorry—distracted….