it would be nice to think that these feathers were found on shore somewhere wild. the remains of an ancient and familiar struggle between predator and prey. but no. they belonged to a lone mallard drake, spotted crumpled on the shoulder of a busy urban highway. my husband had to take two u turns to get back to him, and he smelled a lot more like death than like life, but he had a single wing of unmarred celestial blue feathers, and these gray and black secondary coverts. the predator that got to him had no malice, and no appetite. it was just in a hurry to get home.

mallard feathers

saint paul, minnesota

everything bulges that’s about to give birth, and these blackberry buds are starting to show. here’s hoping for an enormous brood this summer. i will have some vanilla ice cream ready on that auspicious day.

blackberry cane with flowers

turtle lake, shoreview, minnesota

i took this guy’s portrait in the morning, and by late afternoon of a hot 90 degree day, he looked a lot older.  we all felt a little droopy on this first summery day of a previously cool spring. one of many cool springs to come, i find myself hoping, a little desperately, against what reason  says the odds are.

jack in the pulpit

turtle lake, shoreview, minnesota

david lynch

this was part of a green potted palm in a bright, innocent corner of a stone-walled courtyard in sunny southern france. then this particular frond dried up and died, and i took its portrait, and somehow it took on all the surreal menace of one of those moments in a david lynch movie just before something horrible happens. looks like i need to get back to spring blossoms.

dried fan palm frond

three multiheaded alien birds with one foot each and spindly toes, raising their wings a little bit in mild dispute about who smells sweetest. the answer: they all do.

lily of the valley

turtle lake, shoreview, minnesota