repetition & variation

My eye is drawn to pattern. But it is the flaw or abnormality that makes it truly interesting. In theory, tire tracks in the sand should be ordered, regular; I like how the tracks don’t hold. The relative strength or weakness of the impressions. The mild disturbances. The parts that are missing. There is so much to see (even when there is nothing to see).

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142/365: sand tracks

suddenly last summer

We have these crazy clematis that turn into hairy Seussian tufts when the blooms are spent. There are plenty left over from last summer. As usual, the late afternoon sun worked its magic. Seriously – everything is beautiful in the golden hour.

blog052015_clematis-seeds137/365: last year’s clematis

tipping point

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.

blog051315_verdure with sunlight131/365: verdure with sunbeams

the color of spring

Sometimes the sun is so bright it makes photography difficult. Rather than fight with it, I decided to focus on capturing the intensity of the light and the glowing chartreuse foliage all around me.

The new leaves & grasses are so bright, when the sunlight hits them, they appear to be lit up from inside. It’s a uniquely spring color, this yellow-green; it only sticks around a short time before deepening into summer hues.

blog042715_sunnyday-greengrass115/365: glowing grasses

just to say (OOT: la crosse no. 2)

There is nothing touristy about this photo. It’s not the riverfront or the iconic blue bridge. It’s not the sculpted dragons over the entrance to the public gardens. It’s not any of the cool, vintage neon signs I shot downtown.

It’s just the photo I liked best from my day walking around La Crosse. A simple human expression hidden in plain sight for any passerby to witness and, most likely, relate to in some way (that may or may not be about a cat).

I miss my ____________.

blog041215_imissmycat100/365: i miss my cat

pure gold

What’s that, you ask? Fairy dust? Nope, just dust.

It was one of those golden hour moments, where the sunlight is just streaming in and making everything look so beautiful. I couldn’t help be enchanted (and, of course, appalled) at the way the sunlight revealed thousands of tiny dust particles. They sparkled, kissed by the sun, like flecks of gold suspended in mid-air. It was so quiet and lovely. It stopped me in my tracks like a fond memory.

dust65/365: sunlight on dust particles