Settled on a boardwalk bench after an anniversary dinner with my husband last night, I was witness to Mother Nature at work. The evening sky on display…only a short drive away from our home.
Behind me – and across the street – a bustling sidewalk of tourists balancing beach chairs, slices of pizza and fried dough moved along from T-shirt shops to ice-cream stands to the iconic arcade that has been blaring its bells & whistles from pinball machines for decades. A mashup of reggae, rock and country music poured out from restaurant decks and porches. A sea of humanity of all ages, shapes and sizes gravitated in and out of what my father used to call “Tourist Traps” but what I affectionately called “Souvenir Shops” back in the day. Last night it was: Get your name printed on a grain of rice! or a ring! Buy this shirt with a (totally tasteless) message printed on the front! Key chains! Sunglasses! And More! Racks of tie-dye…everything…lined the boulevard. Before dinner, we played a few Skee Ball games for old times sake – and collected enough tickets for a pair of dice.
Finally, the popular vacation destination of Hampton Beach was “back to normal” after 2 summers of pandemic restrictions. It was wonderful to see people out and about enjoying themselves.
After over a week of record setting heat and humidity, I was most grateful a more comfortable summer day had returned…with its gift of a beautiful evening sky.
I haven’t posted a macro shot in a long time, so I “dusted off” this photo from a trip I took to Washington, DC in June. It was bright and sunny the day I spotted this purple flower in my daughter’s yard (or the yard next door), but I never noticed the critter hiding in plain sight until now.
One of the things I love most about macro photography is discovering new perspectives – and the tiny surprises I would not have found otherwise. It reminds me of the thrill I felt when peering through a microscope in science class as far back as grade school. I don’t remember what we were examining back then, but I was continually amazed at the “technology.” I guess I still am.
A phone call from my neighbor downstairs on Thursday pulled me out of a dark cloud…. It’s not my birthday. It is certainly not Mother’s Day. Why on earth would there be flowers in the lobby for me?
I should have known…
There they were, arranged in a bright yellow cup. Alongside an envelope with my name written in familiar handwriting – by my guardian angel of comfort from the building across from ours. Inside…a note of thanks and support “for all you do for our community”…(as mentioned in previous posts, I work on my condo board). With an uncanny sense of timing over the past year and a half, she has surprised me with homemade applesauce, gluten free muffins and treats. And once before…flowers like these…left outside my door.
Her note and thoughtfulness unexpectedly brought me to tears…of gratitude…it was such a stark contrast to my day to day dealings.
She and I don’t know each other well, but she is aware of what goes on. And most of all she is kind. Once again it made all the difference.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
Last week my daughter and I visited the U.S. National Arboretum in Washington, DC. An overcast sky hung overhead. It was the day after a heavy rain and many of the flowers were laboring under the weight of residual raindrops. Hopefully they were able to spring back up once the sun came out.
In the meantime I took advantage…as it’s one of my favorite subjects – Water on Flowers. A fleeting photo opportunity before those drops disappeared!
Spring is a macro photographer’s paradise. The woods…trees…plants…path…provide the stage. Buds…leaves…flowers…debut as actors. This new leaf posed for me during a recent late afternoon walk. The stage lighting was perfect.
I really think it called out, highlighted in the sun as it was. Look at me!
These Callery Pear Trees border one side of the road near my home. Their flowering stage only lasts a few weeks (at most). It’s one of those photographic opportunities that can’t be put off…and this year I didn’t procrastinate.