APRIL 21, 2014


I'd come out to the lake with my daughter, 2 grandchildren, and a friend of one of them. It was a warm day but spring had been late in

coming this year after a colder, snowier winter than usual and as I got out of the car, it didn't seem like there would be much to

photograph.  However, not to be daunted by that, after we had a picnic lunch and the others went down to the small sandy area

that serves as a beach, I wandered around with my camera, determined there had to be things to photograph even on a day

so very early in spring it didn't look like much was growing yet.

I happen to be a fan of old, worn rail fences and as these photos are up in the order in which I took them, this is the first thing that

caught my eye, the end of a little bridge over a tiny creek.

I curved off the path to my left, finding periwinkle poking bravely up through the coating of dried leaves.

The sun was brilliantly bright, the sky perfectly blue, and bare tree branches made tracery patterns against it.

As I was not on a path, a small lichen-covered log next attracted my attention.

If you look, really look, there are always things to see, small things that require a careful look, like this frog.

Modern art!

I also love white pines. When I was 12 we left Norfolk and moved to upstate SC to raise black angus and our house had a row

of these at the edge of its front yard.  The undersides of the needles actually are rather white and you can see them in the breeze.

Spring is so delicate in its coming, unlike winter which forces its way upon you with a heavy snowfall. Spring comes like fringe.

The tiny cones of hemlock

And who can't love curly bark? 

There's a world of shade and shadow in curly bark. I do believe I even see South Carolina there in that left side of the tree.

Looking back toward the lake through a pine.