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After a week of "warm," but rainy and depressingly cloudy weather, I can see grass along the edges of our driveway. But the grass is brown, not verdant ("green with growth"). On the way to the mailbox, however, I saw the top of a Rainbird sprinkler head, which made me smile. In a matter of weeks (6?) I will be hearing the "chk, chk, chk" sound of the impulse sprinkler head watering my lush, green lawn. . . .
Enough of this fantasy - there are still piles of dirty snow covering almost everything. But for sustenance I offer red crab apples drenched in a warm September rain. If you really crave ice and cold, check out an alternate view of the same tree by clicking here.
This isn't the only shot of this tree that I've posted in this blog. But when I was looking through my collection, this one jumped out at me. The brilliance of the back-lit red leaves of this Japanese maple gets your attention. But what I like about this tree is the snake-like curves of the tree branches.
I found these brightly colored leaves in the heart of downtown Seattle. I had wandered out of the conference I was attending during my lunch hour to look for a few photo opportunities. I found this tree in a courtyard of an office building. After I had taken a few photos, I noticed two armed security guards walking my way and they weren't smiling. They told me to stop taking photos. I said that I was only taking pictures of leaves. But that didn't matter. They told me I was on private property and that I would be charged with trespassing if I didn't leave the property. So I left.
But I got this photo!
These poppies were on the island of Corsica, which is off the coast of Italy. They could have been anywhere, since they seem to grow wild along roads and in pastures throughout western Europe.
This red rose came from an arrangement for my mom's funeral. We had brought the rose home and as I was walking through the dining room, I noticed that the late afternoon sun was bathing it in strong, angular light. I guess this was a sign for me to photograph the flower.