Give us 84 degrees in the City of Lakes and we will hit the beach. It was a beautiful May day for playing hooky, lunching at Sandcastle, and watching the waves with my favorite beach bum, even if we didn’t get our toes wet.
Our favorite local farmers market opened last weekend. The 1st CSA box delivery is only 22 days away. Edible things are coming out of the ground.
These long-awaited gustatory delights complete the full sensory abundance of the season. I like spring best when I can taste it.
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.
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.
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!
I’m always charmed by imprints in the sidewalk. Throughout the neighborhood there are leaf prints, dog, cat, & squirrel tracks, and human footprints. It strikes me as accidental art – recording that one moment in time when a mark could be made and someone was there to make it.
119/365: footprints in the sidewalk