This pair of images represents the passage of 8 months. I composed the second one from memory so it is off a bit but it still serves it’s purpose. You can see that all evidence of the foundation is gone and even the house and garage from the first image have been removed.
I have to say as far as the luck of things coming together for a an image it did for the one of the old man and the child along with the large and small tug boat.
Early morning walk before my meeting. Malls devoid of people and cars are somehow eerie, like something less benign than consumerism lurks inside.
Sometimes you see something and just know it belongs with something else.
All too soon the blossoms will be off the trees and that nice background fragrance that fills the air will be swept away in the breeze with them. I considered not posting these pictures until the fall when the freshness of spring would be in short supply, but maybe the feeling they evoke is as ephemeral as they are. So with that thought here are some of my favorite blossom pictures I took this year.
Winter officially ended about two weeks ago but as far as the plants are concerned spring is only now sprung.
Eight months is not very long but it is enough time for us to modify the land and start building. I’m not against building places for people to live but I still feel a sense of loss for this little oasis of grass land that was home to owls and coyottes and many things in between. I don’t know of any other place nearby where wild flowers bloomed like this.
