Enjoying my hike at dawn, I was snapping photos of new growth in plants, blossoms and trees when I came upon winter’s gift to spring.
I walked past many blooming crabapple trees on the way to school in the small east coast town I grew up in. I remember their pinkness and the dark cherry colored, dare to eat one
I have never seen a purple cow or an orange iris… until I met this orangealicious beauty this morning. I sometimes visit a city garden just after sunrise and am usually alone. My habit is to walk round and round among the plants and flowers to watch the sunlight trickling through the neighboring trees awaken the garden leaf by leaf. I took my fill…
This sprig of oak chose to make a regal entrance to the day sporting purple garb and covered in jewels
Much to do. How will I organize the day? Where to start? Just then I noticed the soft light
I’m crazy, I’m wild, I am overflowing with creative energy and producing art and music at a frenetic pace. I don’t know
I noticed that If we call something “just a weed” we are likely to judge its character and beauty as we might do with humans we don’t know or understand. We humans tend to label things and sometime