The merry-go-round, a handsome carousel horse. Remembered moments from a childhood, from parenting, from magical moments inflused with laughter, gaiety, people, summer, and moments of shared excitements and spontaneity. That’s what photography is, to me. Moments captured, memories preserved. A precise moment, the scents and sounds and colors permeating the image, and the experience.
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.
Apple blossoms from the neighbor’s apple tree. They are so bright and cheery and a portent to the fruit that is soon to develop. Love watching the deer in the fall nibble at the apples.
Seriously, I have spring on my mind. I’m just finishing off a season of mushrooms, and sorting photos from an amazing plethora of fungus and mushrooms this year. But in the meantime I’m now looking forward to the bloom of wildflowers in the spring, and buzzing insects, and especially to summer dragonflies and butterflies and bees. I think I’m ready.
Oh, how these tiny water droplets love this petite pink flower. A bright spot toward the end of winter, with spring just around the corner. Offers a moment of expectation, anticipation, and pleasant thought.