On may way to photograph the park for possible, future paintings I got caught up in the spectacle of the park circle crabs, something I usually miss but not in this ever so unusual year where you may see forsythia, daffodil, tulip, dogwood, crabapple and cherry blooms all at once.
While photographing, I encountered a voice. Wha? Where? Up, fool.
A woman, high up in a crab tree, remarked on the serious appearance of my point and shoot as she read among the flowering branches. She descended, I showed her this shot, and we moved on.
In the park late blooming maples.
Phragmite reflections.
Sunning turtles.
The lesser of the celandines becoming rather morer in the wake of fallen timber,
Giant woodland 'field' garlic, so much larger than those of the field.
And big earthworms drowned in heavy rain-swamped lawns.
