Saturday, April 14, 2007

Between Times

Dawn and dusk are between times.
Not morning, not night.
Today was a between time.
Not winter; not spring
One Junco, a winter bird, came to the garden.
Half of the Dogwood is in full bloom; half is wilted and brown.
The Brown Thrasher, a summer bird, sang his evening song.
He perched in the topmost branches of a late budding tree.
At sunset the clouds turned pink.
Perhaps tomorrow spring will come again.


Mary said...

Simply beautiful. The ice sculpture is so pretty! How do you do it?????? YOU are a work of art.

Q said...

Dear Mary,
Mother Nature did the ice sculpture!
It is about half sn inch tall! Just the way some 'snowy/icy/slushy'
melted on the deck railing. I thought when I took the photo it might make for a good beginning to an ending of the day post. Not only am I working on my distant shots but also my close ups. I have not moved to landscape or protraits yet. I seems to do okay with birds and flowers, butterflies and bees. I hope to increase my range to include mammels and humans.
I have much to learn.
Thank you for encouraging me.
I am a bit "nutty"! I like to spend my time outside. Even when it is cold and wet.
I was told by a waiter one time I was a high maintanence woman. Silly boy, dressing on the side, is not high maintanence. I think he is and will be single. No seed giving with that bird.
I still left a nice tip.

Mary said...

What a wonderful post! I love how beautifully you captured the fact that nature is in flux - the perfect description of any season change.

I'm sorry that you all have been slammed so often with ugly spring weather. My brother is in New England right now getting drenched by what I imagine is the same storm that you all experienced.

It remains pretty typical here in the Pacific Northwest. Spring is definitely the most lovely of seasons here.

Q said...

Dear Mary,
All we can do is wait and see.
My daughter lives in Portland and says it is beautiful!
Glad you enjoyed this essay.