"The business of art is rather to understand Nature and to reveal her meanings to those unable to understand. It is to convey the soul of a tree… The mission of art is to bring out the unfamiliar from the most familiar." –Khalil Gilbran
Cedar waxwings flocked to this holly tree one early fall. I had several days of photographic opportunity to observe these birds as they picked this holly tree clean of red berries at their leisure.
I sat in the car, and watched the birds, using the car as a sort of blind since the tree was next to the driveway. Loved watching these little guys as they interacted and enjoyed a plethora of berries, keeping me very entertained for quite some time. And a generous helping of photos to sort through once they were gone.
Swans arrive in winter and stay around till February. Just the other day a saw a wedge of swans flying by as I was out hiking. So, I’ll be looking for them as usual this year. Such graceful, lovely birds to watch and photograph, sometimes on the lakes, sometimes in the fields. If I can get out early in the morning I find them easier to spot on the water in smaller groups, sometimes called bevies. Further north, and I can get a glimpse of tundra swans, closer to home we see trumpeter swans. They winter with us for a short time, and then they move on.
One of the first wildflowers I always look for in the spring is the trillium. This one is a Western Wake Robin, or trillum ovatum, that blooms early in the spring, and is a wildflower that I often see deep in the forest. Bright spots all along the trail. Wake Robin because it’s a flower that blooms before the Robin begins nesting in the early spring.
The white trillium is thought to be a symbol of purity and recovery; also thought to symbolize the Christian trinity, among other interpretrations.
Some people might just see dead things. I don’t. I see shapes and color and curves of autumn. I see a sleepy time, hibernation, and soon, the advent of rejuvenation. I see a richness of texture and depth of color, curves and lines. I see the shadow of a curled, brittle leaf. I see life that has run its fruitful course. I see families, I see teams, I see closeness, I see huddles. I see sleep, and napping on a cold autumn morning. Do you see just a bunch of dead leaves or do you see possibilities?
Mistress Mary, Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, And Cockle Shells,
And so my garden grows.
An old rhyme (1744), “Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary,” which this photograph brought to mind. These pretty posies aren’t silver bells, but they are bluebells, and growing profusely in the spring. Looking forward to photographing wildflowers this year, hopefully in the not too distant future.
Geese and their goslings. So cute to watch them interact and witness the goslings discover the new world around them, to branch out, and explore. Mama Goose, of course, makes certain the babies don’t get into too much trouble. A nice, sunny day in the spring found this Canadian Goose family on an outing at Woodard Park.
What can better say springtime than a field of colorful tulips. Pretty, and bright, and happy colors. Fields and fields of tulips in springtime. Hopeful colors. Dancing away in a light breeze. A natural vibrancy that only Mother Nature can provide.
From a distance, a broader view of springtime Olympic Mountains. Morning again. I love that morning sunlight. Moody silver skies, snowy white mountaintops, angles, and shapes and curves, sunlight and shadow. A vista to take your breath away. That moment in time captured, like a breath caught suspended. And a remembrance of that one special moment.
Landscape, and the bigger picture. Broaden the view where light and shadow can alter the vista. The way the sunlight burnishes the roof of an old barn, with mountains in the distance. There is detail also in landscape and the way the light captures that detail. The lines and angles defined by the shine of morning sunlight. Glimpses of remaining remaining snow in early spring. Slanted roof, curves of mountains and trees, horizontal rows of readied land for spring planting. That sense of sleepy awakening.