Spring has reached the tipping point. Suddenly, the lush green foliage is growing before our eyes with tropical zeal. We have to remind ourselves that this is the same world that stood bleak, gray and dormant not that long ago. As if waking from a deep sleep, we blink in wonder at this new reality, this dream come true.
Over the winter, we were delighted and baffled to discover a number of trees near the creek that had been felled and gnawed by beavers. Not a common thing in the city! Our theory is that the changes brought by huge flooding last summer in Minneapolis may have encouraged the beavers to colonize Minnehaha Creek.
Cut to 2015. In our current state of drought, the creek is low in its bed. The trees are marked for removal. No sign of beavers. Still, it’s nice to know that they were our neighbors, if only for a season.
We walked through Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden Sunday morning until the rain chased us away. It’s a magical place – the oldest public wildflower garden in the country – with cultivated but naturalistic woodland & prairie gardens. I’ll be back mid-summer to see the prairie flowers in full bloom but on this cool, cloudy morning, I thoroughly enjoyed the quiet simplicity of the woodland flowers shining in the shade.
There is a tendency to want to capture everything at its peak – the exact moment of perfect expression between striving and declining. That is a beautiful moment, to be sure. But to see with fresh eyes, I like to observe the full cycle. Those other moments – outside of the 15 minutes of fame – tell the true story and reveal beauty of their own.
Most of the time, the way I work is comically antithetical to any standard or recommended way of taking photographs. Images are usually composed roughly in my head as I bring the viewfinder to my eye. There is never a tripod involved.
This image is an extreme example of my haphazard style. A single shot, snapped on my iPhone, while holding the leash of our very rambunctious (75 lb) puppy, Rocco. Kids in tow. Feet planted for a single second of stillness.
Thanks, azaleas, for being such an easy target.
Pretty isn’t it? It’s Creeping Charlie.
Where I come from, this specimen is one of the most vile, despised weeds to ever sully a perfect green lawn. A closer look reveals the plant to be quite lovely. It’s also edible, a common salad green in many countries. Would it help to call it another name? Let’s try ground ivy…
‘Weeds are flowers too once you get to know them.’ – A.A. Milne
Minneapolis has an epic, one-of-a-kind May Day parade that’s hard to put into words. It’s celebratory, political, diverse, beautiful, grungy and just makes me fall in love with my city all over again every time. One picture can’t really convey the extravaganza. I’ll put up an album on my Facebook page with a few other favorites. But for today, it’s the Rainbow Hula Club. Welcome Spring!