Can you believe? Yup, we got home and driving along the road…our very own Delaware superbloom. It’s clover. Red! I admit that I have never seen red clover blooming. We saw patches along the road… till we came upon this field. No one else was there to appreciate it. There were no other cars stopped. There were no tourists wandering around and trampling the blooms. Nature put on a spectacular show and no one was there to see it. … maybe they are coming later.
Put kids together with a water hose and there is sure to be fun. My mission was to get a photo. And the secondary concern was to avoid any situation in which the hose was pointed at my camera. Joy! Pure joy! Yup, it was chilly early spring. The kids got wet. Poor Rory was an ice cube when we dried her. She didn’t mind. And I got the shot I sought. Lucky me!
Most of my posts are un-timed. Untimely? That is to say: there is no specific time frame involved. However, sometimes it makes sense to post immediately. This one involves the recent Memorial Day weekend. It’s the first grilled dog of the summer. It’s the first BBQ. I was just a bit early by a few days. Meanwhile, it’s always different. …except for the hot dog. There was a list of brands recommended by the NY Times. Ummm? A dog is … basically a dog. It’s the condiments and the char – coaled flavor that overwhelms. I’ve had them all… and it only really matters that they are beef. And this year the emphasis is on vegetables. You have limited options if you are cooking gluten free, corn free, and, vegetarian. Yeah, there are sausages on the grill. But that is because I have no restriction. It grilled up good on a perfect spring evening as the sun was gently setting. Good? You bet! And today? It’s cloudy and misty and foggy and a no good very bad day. So, this post makes me smile. Maybe tomorrow we grill again?!
Thank you. I got to enjoy this tree while it blossomed. All the perks without the work. By the time we returned about two weeks later, the leaves were out and the blossoms were faded. Timing is everything. But really it’s right place right moment.
We don’t frequent this beach. It’s crowded and touristy. I don’t need to be here. So we stopped on the way through. Just to look. It’s honky. You see neat stuff. Don’t curse. Oh, and you are not allowed to bathe bare chested. Well, that would be if you are a woman.
Don’t get me wrong. I got nothing against bare chests. Some people just shouldn’t…. It was chilly that day. But there are always those who insist that the weather is better than it is.
This poor guy was playing his guitar sideways. He needed a better speaker. He had no audience. No one who passed, paused. Maybe he was just practicing for the summer crowd to come?
Putting it all together, daffodils and forsythia are spring. I like the bright brilliance of the yellow flowers in direct sun. I enjoy the muted colors of an overcast day. It’s glass half empty or half full. It’s the same level in the glass. You choose.
We passed fields of early spring flowers. I don’t know what they are. Leaning trees. I guess I don’t notice the leaning when the leaves are out. But in early spring I wonder how and why the trees progressively lean. Are they republican?
It’s not clover. It’s not a field crop. The flowers give a nice pastel to the field. It sure beats the monotones of winter.
First, middle, or somewhere in between. It’s funny. I sometimes get ‘the shot’ right away and then try to improve upon it. Or not. With digital, I just shoot and shoot. When I shot slides that cost time (for me to develop) and money (film cost). Nowadays I just shoot first. I do notice that I don’t shoot as many vertical compositions. It is awkward on my computer screen. Certain composition or framing is standard stuff for me now – like low angle, wide angle. Different day different flower. The graphics are still striking.
To be honest I’m not sure I’ve ever noticed a dandelion up close. Current observation stems from my fish days. I was doing macro photography at the end. Details! It’s what I began to notice. For instance, I never quite noticed the stamens in amongst the petals. Imagine that? It makes sense. That is the raison d’etre for the flower. And? How come they are weeds when all the other spring flowers are welcomed as they cover my visual landscape? Unbidden, they clutter my vision wherever weeds would grow? And it’s entirely too easy to grow them. You don’t try.
Spring. The flowers come. This spring was late. We were in Washington DC on the Cherry Blossom festival weekend. There were no blossoms of note. Nothing had bloomed yet. Too bad. The show has been on my list of must things to do. Ah well, there’s always something else that turns up. Life is kind of neat that way. I always could make lemonade if they gave me lemons.