Glimpses

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Surrounded as we are by forest, wildlife, birds, and flowers, it’s our good fortune to witness many fleeting moments throughout the year, every year, each offering the spice of difference that makes it new again.

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Catching the right fleeting moment, with the right focus, is a very difficult thing to do. —Ren Ng
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Center Stage

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Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.
—Saint Francis de Sales

Forecast: Sunshine

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UPDATE: I shot this vivid flower in a window box this morning, before the sun was up or the Weekly Challenge theme had been announced, and then left to pick up visiting friends for a bit of garage “sailing”—returning, it seemed a waste not to share the hopeful colors.

Friends are the sunshine of life. —John Hay

Soaring

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The more exposed flowers in our garden are showing a bit of wear, but the columbines, hunkered beneath the protective bulk of the rose bush, are thriving; some might even say soaring, as they imitate a family of acrobatic swallows elsewhere in the yard.

Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Valley Roses

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Valley Rose was one of several trade names used by Thompson’s Mills for their milled grain products. When I visited last Saturday, roses were still blooming at the millkeeper’s house, decades after the machinery had fallen silent.

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One rose says more than the dozen.
—Wendy Craig

Fancy Hats

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When I hear those words—fancy hats—I imagine a festive crowd on Ladies Day—the Royal Ascot—at England’s Ascot Racecourse, reveling in sunshine and their traditions, and standing out from everything else are the women’s hats.

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That Time of Year, Again

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In The Morning

 

Spring is truly one of the great forces of nature, and nowhere as sweet as the first yellow iris blooming in my wife’s flower garden.

“Every morning, every evening, ain’t we got fun”
—from Ain’t We Got Fun, by Whiting, Egan & Kahn

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In The Evening

Pleasure

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“As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity. I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs.” —Sam Abell