It seems red-heads or “gingers” get a lot of grief. I suppose it’s because they stand out, as does this little cedar tree.
Here in Arkansas, where the Gulf of Mexico sends its warm, moist air streaming northward, and the Jet Stream regularly imports cold air from Canada, we’re no stranger to the scary skies that are generated when the two forces meet.
However, this sky image is scary in another way: More creepy than a green tornado sky and something more akin to the images of fear and horror seen in some German Expressionist cinema. Found the image this morning when cleaning off the SD cards in the digital cameras. This was taken September 2012 from our deck looking southwest.
This week’s photo challenge theme is “renewal.” It’s a hard theme in autumn when Nature is preparing for her winter’s sleep. She did leave some reminders of spring — that great time of renewal. Today, vibrant violets dotted the shaley, leaf-strewn slopes.
Far more interesting takes on the theme can be found here:
- Love: http://shimmeringgrains.com/2012/11/10/weekly-photo-challenge-renewal/
- Snow covered: http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com/2012/11/09/weekly-photo-challenge-renewal/
- Church at night: http://cardinalguzman.wordpress.com/2012/11/09/weekly-photo-challenge-renewal/
- Rainbow renewal: http://annarashbrook.wordpress.com/2012/11/09/weekly-photo-challenge-renewal/#comment-1182
And of course, the BIG photo challenge page:
When people think of fall color, they usually think of the deciduous trees. But don’t count out the conifers. Come autumn, the cypress here turns a bright rusty hue, contrasting nicely with the other foliage. The bases broad bases and fluted columns that make up the trunk made these trees seem to date from another eon.
We’re not sure what kind of tree this is, but in the spring it sprouts clusters of tiny, nondescript light green blossoms that are to pollinators as catnip is to felines. Stand within 5 feet and you will hear the tree buzz loudly. So loudly, my husband said: “it’s like standing next to a dynamo!”
Nearly every branch is in motion with the landings and departures of hundreds, if not thousands, of honeybees, carpenter bees, bumbles, wasps, butterflies and hummingbirds. Its shiny black fruits keep the birds happy through the winter.
Spring weather has come early to Arkansas this year, bringing everything along with it, including the annual crested iris outburst. In 2010 and 2011, these beauties came along around the second week of April. This year, their ethereal lavender-blue standards and falls graced our woods before the end of March.
In years past, the irises seemed to prefer to be alone or in pairs. This year, there are crowds in the leaf litter. Some are live on the sheer edge of the road cut, while others seem to cling to the crumbling shale by their fingerling rhizomes.
The nano-climate of the deck holds all sorts of life. Its grout and cement have provided a foothold for a tenacious strip of moss, which today radiated a springlike green in the wintry backlight.
One hot summer day, this garden snail decided the best course of action was to climb up the cool glass of the front door. This turned out to be a bad life choice. So too was the laying of eggs somewhere on the front porch. The dozens of hatchlings with their dark spiral shells struggled a few feet before the hot concrete boiled the life from them.
It is a moment of pathos. We have not been able to bring ourselves to remove it.