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Showing posts with label Purple. Show all posts

12 April 2025

Freshest Blooming - My Neighbour’s Spring Crocus, Missoula, Montana

“And then the light changed, and the vegetation of the ground. It was April and the freshest flowers of the year were blooming under the trees.” - from Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry, p. 351



07 July 2017

New Green - Missoula,Montana

I'm always amazed at fresh green sprouts among the matured purple leaves on one specific tree behind our office.
I'm sure it's a normal condition for this tree variety, but I can't help the delight at such an unexpected contrast - zesty brights of spring appearing long after that season has run its course. It begets the same brand of wonder as Montana snowfall in May or September when the previous day boasted 60 degrees F. 

Unexpected, but enthralling because of the surprise. 

If we pay attention, we see micro-wonders of contrast on a daily basis - the complex geometry of a dandelion puff in the weed jungle of an empty lot, miniature bright-hued gravel gems rimming a puddle at the park, the smell of summer rain bursting through mid-July's oppressive heat canopy...Tell me your favourite eyes-wide-open glimpsed glory.

25 May 2015

Lilacs For Remembrance - Missoula, Montana

"When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,  
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,  
I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring...

  
Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and 
their memory ever I
   keep—for the dead I loved so well;
For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands...and this for
   his dear sake;  
Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul,  
There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim."


- from "When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloomed" by Walt Whitman

15 May 2015

Findings of The Un-Bored - Missoula, Montana

"I decided a proper lady must be someone with a high tolerance for boredom and that was enough for me. I was a snake-and-polliwog chaser.. And general bog-dweller...I suppose you become what you continue to be without even knowing it...here I am...still pulling things from the ground." 
- Audrey Williams, fictional 1950s archaeologist, in 'Painted Horses' by Malcolm Brooks

15 April 2015

Lilacs En Route - Missoula, Montana

“I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when He thought of you first.” - George MacDonald  (1824-1905)

09 April 2015

Fuzzy Crocus - Missoula, Montana

"When the winds of March are wakening
the crocuses and crickets,
Did you ever find a fairy
Near some budding little thickets,...
And when she sees you creeping
up to get a closer peek,
She tumbles through the daffodils,
a-playing hide and seek..."- Marjorie Barrows (1892-1983)

29 August 2014

Fragile Strength C (3 of 3), Missoula, Montana


“Life is strong and fragile. It's a paradox... It's both things, like quantum physics: It's a particle and a wave at the same time. It all exists all together.” -Joan Jett

10 August 2014

Minty 3 - And That's All, Missoula, Montana


Last - but not necessarily least. 
(Any rankings are left to the viewers' individual preferences.)

I hope you enjoyed these intimate minty views (perhaps inti-minty? snort!), breathed in the violet hues of dusk, and sensed the air cooling slightly as evening softly tiptoed in.

09 August 2014

Minty 2, Missoula, Montana


It’s been a while since I’ve indulged in publishing a series of the same basic subject.
But I’m a bit taken with recent multiple shots of fresh streambank mint. 

Plus I’ve been thinking lately about an Ansel Adam's photo exhibit that included several prints of the same leaves, each with slightly different nuance of form or focus. 

So, humour me, please, and may the subtleties entice you, also.

23 July 2014

Poppy Plush (Closer), Hamilton, Montana

This could be: A plushy velvet pouf ensconced in a cozy, glowing reading cocoon - perfect for putting feet up, with coffee and an absorbing book at hand. All faerie-sized, of course.

23 June 2014

Springfall, Missoula, Montana

“I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain…


Thunder gripping the earth
And lightning scrawled on the sky…”


From “Spring Rain” by
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
Read more about this author, the entire poem, and more of her poetry
here.