Saturday, April 29, 2017

Highland Park and a riot of color!


I'm speechless ... for the color speaks volumes!












Focusing becomes a challenge. Not wanting to miss any opportunity to capture the moment, I have to force myself to breath deeply and trust that the moment will be there for longer than a minute.


 












I can't take the chance .... that I might miss something!

 
















 Keeping my eyes leveled on the ground, I dare not look up and see what is happening above me.. but I must!

Oh my .... my head is about to have a melt down.





 I force my gaze from the beauty above me ... to have my breath swept away by sheer purity back on the ground.







I hope you feel a little breathless. I know I do.



Thursday, April 27, 2017

Evening Tripping ... along Lake Ontario.

Never to disappoint, Kent Park Arboretum is a must as a wandering start point ! 



The Magnolia tree was dancing in the wind, gracefully strutting her garb. 














Not to be outdone, the Redbud sported a smaller but equally magnificent array of flowers.
  Glancing thru the gazebo was the surprise of almost fall like color created by the spring rebirth.

 Not far down the road, a new dance was taking place. The dance of the apple trees.





 Arriving just a little before dinner time, we wandered Sodus Point to see the flooding that is taking place and expected to continue into June. Water, water and more water ... and in places that shouldn't have water. Sandbags were stacked up everywhere ... along the shoreline and on palettes in driveways, ready to be deployed.






It shows no mercy and leaves people to become creative against its will.
 

 After a delicious meal, we head back home. Back thru the apple orchards.



                                                    Past the beautiful parks.

Appreciating and thinking about the history. ... the beauty .... the peacefulness.


Past the farm with baby donkeys for sale ....


 To home ... and a moment to take in some garden thoughts .... from the primroses from my dad's gardens in Saranac Lake.















To my "Roo" who greets me every day by my front door. Ahhhhh ...!