Spring like weather is here. But, this is Colorado so snow can still make an appearance. Buds and blossoms are everywhere. Tulips are making their appearance on campus. Robins and chickadees are singing each morning, making the day start off on the right foot. And, at the end of this day will be a sunset, reminding me how good life is. Hope you have a great day!
Tag Archives: Trees
“Today everything exists to end in a photograph.” ― Susan Sontag
Here is another image from my walk at the Arapaho Bend Nature Area this past weekend. Hope everyone is enjoying their leftover candy from Halloween Night. Strange how we always buy too much of it. 🙂
Instead of taking my walk around the block I headed to the North Shields Ponds nature area. The Poudre River runs along the nature area and this is where I stopped and sat along the rivers edge. The clear skies made for wonderful fall colors. The soft sound of the gentle flow of the river was soothing. A good way to start the day.
Needed a reprieve from the city noise and tension it seems to generate. So, I dropped my grandson off at work on Saturday afternoon then drove to the Arapaho Bend Nature Area. Loved the blue sky against the brown trees and the soft delicate scattered clouds in this image. Lots of people out with the same idea. My intentions were to get out and walk, find a place to sit and read a book. Of course I just happen to have my camera, so when nature provides scenes I accept them. Just off to the left of this image was a photographer working on some family portraits. Hope they turn out okay.
I find milkweeds almost everywhere. They are abundant along our rivers and I found them abundant while living in Ohio. They are a source of food for many insects and an attractor for monarch butterflies. However, they are not recommended for human consumption. Better off eating that banana or trail mix. Just enjoy their beauty!
I have several images of this tree with the sun directly behind it. It seems to always be in that same location and offering me another photo opportunity but each time with different light, foliage and cloud patterns. So, they are never the same image. I enjoyed getting back to nature and letting it touch me inside.
Anyone from Colorado uses an umbrella when it rains. But, folks down here use then when the sun is shinning. You can probably guess how the colors and patterns shouted out to me. I asked permission and walked around looking for a composition. This is what I liked the best but not the image I expected to find. Goes to show you how much I think I think I know.
“If you only photograph when you feel like it… you’ll never be totally successful as a photographer.” Freeman Patterson
Wherever I have traveled the culture, people and plants are an interesting attraction to me. I have seen amazing plants that are not indigenous to Colorado, such as these Palm Trees. Each area is like a textbook for me as I see these beautiful plants and try to find out what they are and a bit of information on them.
Another plant we do not see very often in Colorado is the lantana, a perennial flowering plant in the verbena family. They are used a lot in the housing areas here due to their ability to survive in this arid and hot land. They produce these aromatic flower clusters of red, orange, yellow, or blue with these white florets. They are just beautiful.
There are times I wish I could sit at the base of a tree and listen to the stories it has to tell. What changes has it seen in it’s life? How many bird songs has it heard in its life? Does it feel ignored when so many people walk by and really never looked at it? I touch it and feel it toughness. Solid and firm. I see it’s scars, the twisted and broken branches that its sustained through the years. How many eagles and hawks have perched themselves on it’s branches awaiting the unsuspecting field mouse. Yes, I would read a book of stories written by a tree.
“A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.” Hermann Hesse