A celebrated time of the year in the Washington DC area. Thousands throng to the Tidal Basin to see, smell and embrace the onset of Spring. Walking under a canopy of pink blossoms conjures up childhood dreams of enchanted forests where bunny rabbits, squirrels and blue jays frolic about as one happy family. Some images taken in my front yard. Cherry Blossom Gallery
Enjoy!
Yesterday evening the weather cooled with a threatening storm. As I sat on my front porch, I realized how faithfully the Blackeyed Susan flowers blossom every year. Weather has never been a deterrent. Neither too much rain or drought has ever stopped them from blooming. The yellow petals beckon every visitor to come closer.
As a pending storm rushed in the wind, I captured the movement of the flowers. Interesting patterns and shapes took affect and I was pleasantly surprised with the results. The painterly, abstract effect is what I like most. See Gallery
We all have Patterns. Patterns of behavior, patterns in thinking and patterns in doing. Our patterns are a sort of blue print to our inner selves that others may find fascinating or somewhat annoying. One thing is for sure, our patterns show up and those closest to us learn to accept our patterns as part of our personality that makes us unique. Sometimes we gloss over our patterns in favor of one particular action or thought. For instance, on a recent trip to one of my favorite gardens, Brookside Gardens in Wheaton, Maryland, my focus (pattern) was to photograph the plethora of late Spring blooms. Roses, lupines, daises were at their peak. Each flower displayed their most perfect bloom. Choosing the best single bloom was impossible, for each had a special element that yelled “Pick Me”. And yes each flower deserved the royal crown.
Yet I as meandered along the paths, the leafy pattens of plants without blooms, hostas, and 
