It is still a couple of weeks away from official Spring but a sunny and dry day got me out and about in Hendricks Park here in town. The spring blooms are just starting and I know over the next few weeks the park is going to just erupt with color and probably with photographers. Crocus seem to be the bravest of the early bloomers and manage to stick their gorgeous little heads up even in the snow. This shot is nothing special but I love the color and they always brighten my spirit.
As I walked around the garden looking for flowers I walked right past this broken down plant from last autumn’s cold and rain. I walked on for a bit but returned. I had one lens with me – a 100 mm Macro and had it on my tripod – I was the zoom. My friend Dave Hill sent me a great poem about the coming of Spring and the following line is the last from the first verse and I think fits the following image rather nicely.
“Bedraggled, disheveled,
Dead leaves sticking to her hair.”
This image will not be to everyone’s taste but I love the variety of color and texture – just a little look into nature. You can always double click on any image to get a larger view.
I doubt that any single image will capture my spring poem challenge to you, Deigh, but the old autumn shot has elements worthy of the start of the poem, particularly if you revisit it later if/when new growth begins to appear within the decayed riot!!
I had that poem in mind and totally forgot to look when I got home – I think the last line for the first verse fits that second image so well