My frequent visiting Great Blue Heron is not willing to stand for his portrait -- at least not that close.
He'll try to outlast me to get back to fishing.
You have to click on this one to see the spring colors, especially on the ridge.
A wild, native dogwood up close.
And a little further back.
4 comments:
Now that's a beautiful expanse of green! We won't be seeing anything even resembling that here, until winter maybe...
Oh, the dogwood! How lovely.
Been thinking a lot about the "Glass" post these last few days. That was quite profound and hopeful. We get caught up in thinking that we- ourselves, America- have all the solutions to the world's problems. Maybe, maybe not. The thought that the Solution might be manifested through somewhere else is humbling, but why not?
Thanks for that one.
Thanks, Sal. Yes, that's really what stuck me. The answer is not political though it manifests itself in that way at times. There are great awakenings going on around the world but don't expect MSNBC to report on them.
Consider, Julie, I have been looking at brown sticks for weeks while seeing your pictures of blooms and blossoms. You're way ahead of me.
What a charming, pastoral setting you've found and cultivated. I'm inspired to put "How Green Was My Valley" in the player tonight and plant a dogwood next Spring.
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