This fountain had an erratic quality. Sometimes only burbling, almost seeming to falter, but always building pressure for the occasional, explosive burst of ascension.
A graceful web of power lines evokes an immense circus scene – all swinging trapeze and tightrope. It’s about seeing beauty in unexpected places – often, in the mind’s eye…
I wonder at the sky and the infinite variety of the clouds. I often try to convey some inkling of that grandeur and once, in a great while, I am delighted to come close.
All winter I have been drawn to the varied forms of the trees. I have found such beauty in their striking skeletons. But it won’t be long until I am reveling in new growth and clouds of luscious, green leaves.
I have never spent so much time seeking beauty in the melt and debris of March. Finding it is often surprising – an impressionist landscape in a puddle! – and always gratifying.
The sky before sunset was truly sublime.
I was enchanted. I couldn’t get my head (or camera) out of the clouds.