we’re in california for four days visiting our daughter at college. what does that have to do with mediterranean sardines? well, the california coast from about cape mendocino down to baja is considered a mediterranean climate. in fact, in some ways, its climate more mediterranean, based on the definition, than the mediterranean itself. northern california and southern france are two of my favorite places on earth. hmmm. let me think about that one.

sardines

mediterranean, france

sugar
from what i can tell watching the activity in my back yard, the whole world is feeling a little bit romantic right now. squirrels, woodpeckers, warblers, red-winged blackbirds, ducks, and the neighbor kids and their girlfriends all seem to be chasing each other with a certain sort of single-mindedness. even these daffodils appear to be moving in on each other, angling for a little stolen sweetness.

daffodils

newborns
these new ferns look as if they’re straining. their heads look bowed in concentration, as if they’re thinking hard, but don’t know the next step. i know it’s dumb to personify plants, but i can’t help wishing they had a mama to lick off that fuzzy afterbirth, and stroke them upright with her tongue.

young fiddle head ferns

turtle lake, shoreview, minnesota

endless supply
yes there is an endless supply of beach rocks but that’s not what this title refers to. it’s about the fact that i have an endless supply of enthusiasm for the shapes and patterns of the rocks i find. look how this one appears to have been wrapped in spiral muslin like a mummy. i mean really. how could you ever get sick of beach rocks?

striped mediterranean beach rock

sète, france

this was a frustrating one. the original branch of proto-blossoms was so beautiful, and complex, and subtle, that i thought i wanted to fit the whole thing into the frame. but then it just looked like a branch, once it had been translated int 2D. so i cropped in closer, and the buds came into more focus, but i had lost the great sweep of the branch as a whole, and it was neither about the blossoms, nor about the branch. so i came in really close, and the buds were sort of palmed in a fascinating way by the green fingers of their calices, but then it felt like any other close-up still blog photo. so i pulled out a little farther and took this photo, which captures the little jesters caps of the blossoms well enough, and hints at the beauty and abundance of the branch as a whole, but is, in the end, a compromise not a celebration. and then i ran out of light. so you get this story, instead of the photo i had in my head when i first clipped this branch from a crabapple tree that will soon explode with thousands of silent white detonations.

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crab apple buds

rice creek trail, shoreview, minnesota