The other day I was somewhere with my camera and this is what I saw.
Spring came too fast and some of the brightest colors just aren't happening. Every year I nearly swoon as I pass under the hillsides in that glorious moment when the grasses are bright green and the wild mustard bright yellow, and scattered amongst them stand the old oaks who have not yet put forth foliage and whose grayness contrasts into a violet so uncertain the eyes can never quite focus into it. But this year it's not so intense.
If I could figure out the routing for the vacuum hoses, I could get my old motorycle running again. Needless to say I'm not a talented mechanic. A few years ago my son and his friends took it apart and though it looked pretty simple to put back together at the time, it now turns out none of us was paying attention.
6 comments:
About the vacuum hoses--this is where your digital camera earns its keep. Now I take pictures of stuff before I take it apart.
Yeah. I used to do that too once in a while. Pointing the clicker at the screen is a hard habit to break.
Great pic! Spring is just starting to spring here.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Easter-tide.
--AE Housman
Lovely poem, Mr R. We are indeed blessed with flowering fruit trees round here. It was a fruit-growing region before one of our periodic deep freezes killed off a nascent industry, and there are cherry, pear, and almond trees growing half-wild everywhere.
Yes, the digital camera! It serves as a lovely backup to the "measure twice, cut once" principle that applies to so many things in life.
I like this post.
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