One sweltering Sunday morning a couple of weeks ago, I went out to a local garden to photograph roses. The garden has a great variety, and I don’t remember what all of them are called. At any rate, they are beautiful and worth the time and temperatures to see.
I woke up this morning to find a thin, fresh layer of snow on the roads. It is the middle of April. This should not be. I want spring, and so does everyone else. We are in protest. My boss reportedly put his snow blower away weeks ago. I am not washing any more winter outerwear until I can put it away for the summer. The daffodils are trying, but they keep getting snowed on. Too bad. Some flowers would be really nice right now.
About a week ago after exercise class, I was commiserating with some ladies in the class. One said there were flowers at a local park. From her description, I was hoping they’d be grape hyacinths, but at this point, I’m not picky. There were two colors of what I believe are Scilla and some little yellow flowers. Quite small. I should have brought the macro, but the park is in a so-so area of town, so I was a bit insecure about it.
Old grass and leaves from the winter were still hanging on and refusing seasonal change.
There were ducks in the large cement water feature. It used to be more of a natural pond when I was young, but now it looks like a fountain close to the greenhouse and main gardens and rather like an industrial drainage ditch as you get farther away. The ducks don’t seem to mind though.
The whole world is full of both change and consistency, and here I am wanting to rush one thing on while complaining that another has changed. There will be beauty in the future, but there is also beauty now.
Last fall, I went on a hike with my Aunt and my Sister. That was the hike that ended with the super moon. Our objective, however, was the Traverse City landmark known as the Hippie Tree. It is mostly fallen down and coated in bright spray paint. People have drawn flowers on it and left their names as well as messages of encouragement to others.
Yep, it is pretty large. Many of the smaller trees in the area are painted as well.
Some of the graffiti on the tree is more neat and artistic than most.
The vast majority of it is bright, Hippie-ish, and positive.
Old bark covered in layer upon layer of spray paint over the years produces some interesting combinations of texture and color.
As you’ve probably noticed, I haven’t posted in nearly two months. This year, I am not making any commitment to the blog. I’m running out of storage space for photos on WordPress, and my life is changing. Most likely, I will find a different venue for sharing my photos. If so, I’ll link to it here. It’s still possible I’ll do the occasional blog.
Some people have asked about my new little friend, Maggie. She didn’t like the sound of my camera shutter, so I’ve waited to take more photos of her. Maybe I will photograph her in the next few weeks. She is much more comfortable here now, and she may be more at ease with the camera. When I photographed her before, my home was still quite new to her (less than a week!) so she was still a bit on edge about everything. After two months, she’s much more calm.
Nothing stays the same forever, but the future can be bright, hopeful, and beautiful, even if it sometimes takes awhile to figure it out and get there. Until then, I wish you peace, love, and spray paint. Here’s to the future.
I’ve had a lot of changes in my life these past two years. Unfortunately, they didn’t bring the happiness I thought they would. Instead, they left me lonely. This in turn gave me the desire to adopt my very own kitty. Sometimes, I’m uncertain about her with me. I work full time. Will that leave her lonely? Hopefully, we’ll both adjust. For now though, she is new, and we are getting used to life together. Meet Maggie:
Miss Precious made herself comfortable among the gifts under the tree Christmas 2014.
I took a long walk in the local Japanese garden recently. It’s something I like to do every year more to clear my head than for serious photography. Even though the lighting was sub par that day, how could I not take a few photos?
The town I visited for the fireworks show also had a car show earlier in the day. People from the town and the surrounding area came to show off their prized automobiles both new and from decades past.
Next Time: Restored Movie Palace
There are so many photos of grand old theaters in ruins. Although I enjoy the work of urban explorers and photographers, I have a happier story for you: the story of one that was saved.