Thursday, April 30, 2015

evidence of her sitting there

I can’t tell you 
make and model

but i can say
she caught my eye
as i walked by on 6th street

and in the second 
of that glance
i chose to stop 

fearing the chance she would be gone

next time 

“The camera should be used for a recording of life, for rendering the very substance and quintessence of the thing itself, whether it be polished steel or palpitating flesh.” ~Edward Weston

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

and the tulip said.....

is a 
new day

w i d e

“Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.”  

                                                           Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, April 20, 2015

visiting the garden

donned in her spring regalia
she radiated what one could only call

soothing, unfetterd

she smiled 
and beckoned me further in

i followed
as a redbud blossom floated to the ground
and light broke through 
on the crab apple tree

How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence.
                                                   ~Benjamin Disraeli

Monday, April 13, 2015

and suddenly it happens.....

BURSTS forth
and i find myself spinning in circles

green on magenta
magenta on green

winsome tulips
or lilacs serene

d i  z 

dizzy am i
with the glory 

of spring

Friday, April 10, 2015

almost ready......

I love tulips. They, of all the spring flowers, seem to embody so marvelously the gift of anticipation. In our “grab and go” culture it is refreshing to be reminded of the joy to be found in looking forward to something good.

“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.”   A.A. Milne

Thursday, April 9, 2015

on tiptoe

This is a busier scene than i normally photograph. I think i was drawn to it because it speaks of all that is happening so quietly these early April days. Grey is surely and subtly being overtaken by tiny little blossoms. 

“If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or
burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in
silence, what wonder and expectation there would be
in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.”
                                                     - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Friday, April 3, 2015

art in alleyways; Easter


The event on which all of Christendom hinges.