Wild Blue

...a few months ago maintenance crews arrived at the park where I usually walk the dogs to resurface sidewalks and put in a new paved parking area. Sadly, they also removed two very large, wonderful trees.  I'm not clear why; where they once stood had nothing to do with the project and now the space is just a forlorn heap of trunks, broken branches and tangled roots.  A most ignoble burial ground. But then. Today I discovered several clusters of tall, delicate wildflowers growing amongst the debris. Nature. In the midst of chaos, life somehow finds a way...

Not Gonna Fit

...I haven't posted a photograph for the past two weeks, mainly because I haven't been inspired.  Until this morning.  While making the bed, the bluejays were making such an unholy racket in the backyard I went to the window to see what was going on. And was startled to see a hawk standing in the middle of the bird bath!  The jays take morning baths and were outraged at the hawk in their tub.  I grabbed my camera, but had to hide behind the bed and shoot through the window screen--hence the really crappy photo. Still.  It's a hawk in the bird bath. (For perspective, the bath is 18" wide and this guy pretty much filled the space...)

Cream and Sugar

  ...along one wall of the pottery studio near the soccer field where I walk the dogs is a row of white roses that I have never noticed before.  Today the pure white glow of these blooms caught my eye, although when I went closer to take a photo, I realized the roses were actually creamy yellow at the centers with spun sugar outer petals.  So unexpectedly beautiful...

Skylight Moon

...last night in the wee hours, I rolled over in bed...and suddenly came wide awake as I caught a bright glow coming from the living room.  Had I left a light on?  I was pretty sure it had been dark when I'd switched off my bedside lamp. I discovered moonbeams shining through one of the skylights, like a beacon in the velvet night...

The Gloaming

...last night, after days of relentless rains and wild storms, the skies broke apart just as the sun was beginning to set.  I've always thought the gloaming was a magical time--a brief moment between the fading light and coming dark. The valley below my house seems to glow in that transition...

Be Yourself

...in the multitude of brilliant poppies growing wild on my back slope, this perfect, creamy-white bloom appeared. Though alone in a crowd it might be, there's no mistaking this poppy's uniqueness in standing tall--and perhaps defiant--amongst all that orange...

Harmony

...I love the perfect symmetry of these blue and white mosaic columns. They caught my eye on an Easter Sunday walk through the WSU campus in Vancouver, Washington with my sister, her husband and our dogs.