When we purchased our property a few years ago, I was surprised to discover that the tree with the pretty spring blossoms bore actual cherries later in the year. The birds tend to snag the cherries as soon as they ripen, but that’s OK.
At the moment I feel like I’m living in a big marsh. The earth is saturated and squelchy, the ditches are full and running strong, and there are puddles everywhere. After a week of heavy rains, the sun came out briefly yesterday morning to illuminate a layer of mist over the lake before once again being obscured by clouds.
During the all-too-brief period of sun we had last week, I took this image of three big-leaf maple trees growing in a wetlands area of the island. The tree-frogs were singing all around. I’m always on the lookout, but have yet to see one.
A while back I was out on a very dull grey day. Not the most inspiring light for photography, but my eye was attracted by this reflection of a tree in a lake, distorted by the slightly rippled water. I converted the image to black and white as the scene was almost monochrome to begin with.
I’m pretty sure if I ever tried my hand at calligraphy, this is what it would look like. And speaking of calligraphy, here’s a wonderful short video of a calligraphy master at work.
A couple of weeks ago before the big storms blew all the leaves away, this little tree was putting on an outstanding solo performance by the side of the road. The backdrop of dark evergreens provided a perfect foil for its bright yellow foliage.