Forgot this yesterday. The silhouette of the trees over the moon.
And today I found another of these trees. Makes my nose itchy just looking at it. Allergy season!
And when you can't do anything else, mash and twist and distort and otherwise mangle and call it art.
This is the second time I've tried to take photos of these blooms. They are tiny. The macro lens' shallow depth of field is real handicap here. OK. I'm just making excuses for why I'm not happy with the result. 
And when I'm not happy I paint.
These, on the other hand, are all drama. They're gorgeous and they know it. 
If I had more time, I might try to work a little more with the color. The top two images are closer than bottom two. But the way the light shown from behind is nicely illustrated in the bottom image.
This tree is down the street from my home. It's the only one of its kind in the neighborhood as far as I know. It has a fern-like leaf and these spiky blooms.
You can never have too many daffodil photos. The first places that bloomed are now naked. In a week, these too will be gone.
When you have three cats and a large squirrel population, you don't get many birds to stick around long enough for me to get my camera and step outside to the porch. As it was, I had to filter this with a little dry brush to make up for a less-than-perfect focus.
Some cousin of snapdragons, I suppose.
And these purple flowers were very unusual, big and sassy.
They make even better paintings.
Although this guy looks more like he belongs in a Disney movie with dwarfs and a White chick.
Getting his arms dirty in the garden.
And apropos of nothing I toss in this ball.
Found these in a neighbor's yard. When I lived closer to Town and Country Village, these were everywhere. These are the only ones I've found so far this year.
And these . . . Well, they look like someone cut strips of tissue paper and stuck it together on a plant. It's the oddest flower. It reminds me of the time a month ago that I spent five minutes taking photos of a plant I found fascinating. It was only when I was looking at the shots later that I realized the plant was plastic.
Went to Old Fair Oaks to watch the famed chickens strut their stuff.
On your mark, get set . . .
Who turned out the lights?
The comb over . . .
The body builder's pose . . .
