A bag of trash sits tied and waiting to be carried out to the dumpster. I grab it and Tisen and we head out, back towards the dumpster.
This takes me into view of the street behind our parking lot lined by trees. The trees look odd. For a moment, I can’t process what’s so wrong about them. Then, I realize they are covered in frost. But that doesn’t seem right. I look again. It’s not frost, it’s blossoms. I look away and look back again to make sure I didn’t imagine it. No, they really are in full bloom.
I’m pretty sure they didn’t look like that yesterday.
We head towards to the park and I realize the trees that line our lot are not far behind, partially blooming as well. I notice the shapes of dozens of mourning doves roosting as I look. The birds are unperturbed by our presence, but then it takes a lot to roust a roosting mourning dove.
As we make our way through the park, I hear the brown thrasher I’ve been seeing lately. A small group of yellow-rumped warblers flit by, landing on the ground in front of us before scattering into shrubs. As I look for the warblers, a large flicker flashes his big white rump as he crosses the path. Colorful rumps is the bird theme this morning.
Tisen does not appreciate the birds. Although he is occasionally entertained when they land close, tantalizing enough for him to take a run at them. I keep telling him he doesn’t chase birds; he keeps assuring me he does.
I notice the fruit trees in the park are also blooming. It seems a month early to me, but who knows when the trees normally bloom down here. I hope they aren’t too far off from their normal timing.
It’s a long work day, but since the sun is setting later, I manage to carry my tripod and camera down to the intersection near the blooming apple trees before the last light disappears. I set up and shoot across Market St. This makes for some interesting photos as traffic whizzes through my frame during long exposures.
I decide to get a shot of the hill beside the trees. Getting a decent angle requires setting up in the middle of the crossroad. Since there isn’t a lot of traffic on this road, I go for it. I set up and, of course, several cars come my way almost immediately. One lady stops to ask if I’m shooting the apple trees and remarks on how pretty they are. A man glares at me, clearly thinking I’m crazy.
I suppose it’s a little crazy to set up expensive gear in the middle of a road when it’s getting dark and I don’t have so much as a reflective jacket. I shoot quickly and get out of the road. I carry my tripod home feeling like I’ve just completed some rite of passage for a photographer.
that is an early start for the trees! Too much bad weather here for anything to bloom. The wind would make sure of that and the rains. Let Tison chase the birds, I tell Sasha it doesn’t matter, she will never catch one lol
I hope our weather doesn’t catch the trees by surprise with a sudden turn. You have a good point there–although I’d prefer if he not take my arm with him when he charges after the birds! 🙂