cottonwood catkins

there is a massive cottonwood tree near the entrance of the rice creek trail i walk on most days.  over the past year and four months of doing STILL blog, this single tree has provided me with more material than any other single subject; the early spring buds, the sturdy waxy heart shaped leaves, the cottton-fluff released in fall.  all of it wonderfully photogenic.  and yet after 16 months of almost daily observation, today is the first time i noticed that the catkins in may are red.  ruby red.  sometimes it is hardest to see what is right in front of us.

cottonwood catkins in may

rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota

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everything is beautiful

this mole hand was a challenge for me–just too anthropomorphically creepy for this blog. even down to the sort-of fingernails. yyyyeeeuuuhhhh.

but then i see beauty too. i think about the perfect mole-ness of it. the millenia that went into adapting it perfectly to the task of excavating shallow tunnels. the satisfaction of another inch of soil cleared. the happiness of being a mole in possession of this set of claws, and nothing to do for the rest of the day but dig.

saint paul, minnesota

  • margie says:

    wow

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  • Jenn says:

    creepy but cool

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    • thank you. i was nervous to post it. but i thought the same thing–creepy but cool.

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  • chel says:

    yup. creepy. but cool.

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  • Sandy Huron says:

    At first I thought this was the long-lost hand of a porcelain doll, but then I realized a thumb would have made it six-fingered. Probably not!

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golden explosion

against our gray sleety may skies, a luminous yellow torch of willow catkins lit up the edge of our cattail swamp this afternoon, reminding me despite all evidence that spring is indeed here.

willow catkins

saint paul, minnesota

  • margie says:

    everything is exploding here. I want to spend all my time outside witnessing it.

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grasping at straw

i am gathering collections of striking nature artifacts for a holiday gift product i am prototyping.  so I grabbed this vine on a recent walk to be part of the collection.  it wasn’t until i got home that i noticed how the tendrils had wrapped themselves around the prairie grass stems.  there is something so desperate about this that i had to document it.

wild grapevine, rice creek regional trail

saint paul, minnesota

  • margie says:

    desperately beautiful and to me really showing how even a delicate thing can help you along in life if you grab hold tightly. xo

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  • janine says:

    love it

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small fry

a gift from my nine year old son. i am just grateful he didn’t put it in his pocket and forget it there.

largemouth bass minnow

turtle lake, saint paul, minnesota

  • Eeva says:

    I love these daily surprises :)

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  • margie says:

    what a lovely little fellow. lili almost ate a snail last evening when we were playing in the garden.

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