Few things are more delicate, fresh, and lovely than raindrops on petals (roses or otherwise). There’s also a depth to the light that emerges after a storm – a softness and subtlety that brings out the richness of colors more than sunshine ever could.
What a difference a day makes! Yesterday was gray and raw with a much-needed April shower.
Reflections never fail me! I stood out in the rain just long enough to glimpse our budding silver maple in the mirrored puddles. I thought it made a good contrast to yesterday’s brilliant yellow-green sugar maple buds.
Last week, in Minneapolis, our April showers came mostly in the form of snow. I don’t even want to talk about it really. When it melted on the skylight in my studio and made the naked trees look kind of lovely and forlorn, I just pretended it was spring rain after all.
I think this is my most successful- or at least my favorite – street photograph. It is part of the North of the 45th Parallel annual Upper Midwest juried exhibition at The Devos Art Museum at Northern Michigan University in Marquette. I had this half-baked idea that I could take a road trip to the U.P. for the opening of the show Friday night. It’s not happening but it sure would be a beautiful drive. Maybe later this summer?
Some people live in the desert, or on the beach, or in the middle of a tropical jungle. And those folks are probably just fine with their lush, green holidays in the sun. I am not one of those people. I live in Minnesota. And I love snow, especially at Christmas. Needless to say, a December rain really Scrooges my holiday spirit.