New Morning

New Morning

I set my camera down this winter and took a little break from
the photo journal.  Then, a few weeks ago, a friend sent me a
poem which sparked my imagination and it has felt great to get
back in the swing of things.

One of the joys of spring is watching the flowering trees bloom,
and lately I’ve been paying more attention to some of the less
obvious flowers that emerge this time of year.

For example, the sugar maples in our neighborhood have their
light green flowers hanging down, with tiny leaves unfurling
from the stems.  This bunch belongs to a tree down the street
that I encountered while walking the dog.

~ Hal

The Invisible Embrace

The Invisible Embrace

On Friday I told Maggie I was going to build the gate for our 

back fence. She lifted an eyebrow at my declaration, mainly 

because this is a project that I've been putting off for, oh, about 

2 years.

On Saturday morning Maggie and Maura went off to a swim meet; 

the boys were sleeping over at friends' houses. I did not go directly 

to work on the gate. I walked out to the back fence where I was 

overtaken by the warm sun, the buzzing of bees, and the joyously 

overgrown end-of-summer jumble of plants.

So I put off the gate for another half-hour or so and got lost in the 

morning.

~ Hal

Meadow Anemone

Meadow Anemone

I've had my eye on this Pasque Flower all spring. Maggie planted it a few years ago just at the bottom of our front steps, so it's kind of hard to miss, especially on the mornings when I'm sitting right next to it, waiting for my ride to work.

It originally bloomed at Easter, and since then has made an amazing transformation into something that looks more like it belongs underwater than at the edge of our front lawn.

~ Hal

Echoes

Echoes

I can imagine, but I can’t honestly remember what this flower looked like a the height of summer. Maggie cast some handfuls of mixed seed at the back fence in early spring. What returned to my eye was a profusion of beautiful confusion.

Now it has come ‘round again, and everything is turned upside-down, reversed, potent.

~ Hal