Every fall since I've lived here, I've wanted to take a photo of the fallen needles down the street. The random yet ordered pattern fascinates me. Windfall basketry covers the ground beneath the tree. Nothing tangled. The needles in the gutter swirl even without water. My eyes make sense of the hundreds of tiny lines the best they can.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Looks a Little Like Shredded Wheat
Every fall since I've lived here, I've wanted to take a photo of the fallen needles down the street. The random yet ordered pattern fascinates me. Windfall basketry covers the ground beneath the tree. Nothing tangled. The needles in the gutter swirl even without water. My eyes make sense of the hundreds of tiny lines the best they can.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Swallow
In August I took a walk with my 90 year old dad at the Fern Ridge Wildlife Area near Eugene, Oregon. The swallows flitted after unseen flying insects - a beautiful dance in the morning sun. When one of these airborne acrobats stopped and peered at us, I caught a quick photo before he resumed his flight.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
