Yesterday was a day of wind and showers. These days of mid spring are fleeting and I did not want to delay taking pictures of flowers that I noticed in the neighborhood. I did my best given the wind to capture pictures of blooms along a white picket fence around the yard next door. …
Yesterday we returned to the Don Earley Park in West Chicago. A prominent feature of the park is the pond. The pond is open to catch and release fishing. Turtles can be seen sunning themselves close to the waters edge. Also there are a number of bullfrogs sitting in shallow water on the blanket…
Yesterday in the morning I took a walk in Braeburn Marsh. I returned at the end of the day, as the sun was setting. Luck is being at the right place at the right time. I feel lucky when I experience beauty, or a moment of extraordinary accomplishment. Venturing off the path, the ground…
The French term means “high sewing” or high fashion as the term is typically used. It is no disservice to the language, or to our intention of meaning to note there’s nothing more elegant than than bloom, shade of color, elegance of form as offered by Nature in the springtime. My thought was to…
Yesterday we took our two grand kids with us to Don Earley Park in West Chicago. The Geneva Road which we often travel passes by the Park. The small park is striking with a pond, walking path, a children’s playground with jungle gym, — something in between a forest preserve displaying nature’s serene beauty,…
A few days ago I stopped in at the Roadster Shop in Mundelein. This business builds custom street roads for customers all over the United States. They have been kind over the years to allow me to shoot photos of their work parked on the showroom floor. I can hardly remember a time when…
Today promises to be gray and chilly. Rain and snow is predicted, — spring in the Midwest. I plan to be out and about, walking with my camera. This is the time of birth in the cycle of the seasons. Who would not wish to be on hand when new life is emerging to…
For reality is an illusion, and any thought must first try to unmask it. For this purpose, reality itself must remain masked and must shape itself as a decoy, without even thinking or caring about its own truth. Reality must place its pride in never being an instrument of analysis, or a critical instrument,…
Yesterday we took a rare day-trip to Ottowa, Illinois. Ottowa is about an hour and a half south of Batavia, where the Fox River and the Illinois River meet. It is a once prosperous town in the middle of farming country. We enjoyed the drive, leaving behind the last of the tony suburbs with…
One week ago was the first day of Spring. That’s an arbitrary date of course. The term “spring” is an arbitrary label, a sign that we have agreed means that days are longer, there is more light, vegetation shows signs of new life, birds and mammals move about, a sign that mating season is…
