Spring makes me wish for a more powerful macro lens.
I want to capture all of the delicate splendor of the yard as it wakes from winter.
I use words like “corolla” and “calyx” in poems,
and name characters after weeds and wildflowers.
Henbit and Purple Deadnettle.
Speedwell and Dandelion.
Spring is the only time of year when I truly love ants.
As I follow ants with my camera, I find other treasures.
When carpenter bees emerge, my imagination becomes airborne.
I stalk our carpenter bees with both macro and long-focus lenses.
Long-focus lenses let me stalk the yard’s other visitors, too.
But I always return to the macro lens, yearning to be closer.
Publication note: On March 2nd, my poem “On Losing the Old Dog” posted at Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, which is one of my favorite poetry sites. Many thanks to editor Christine Klocek-Lim!
Dandelions? I’m eternally fascinated with them.
Purple Dead-nettle? I think it’s beautiful
However, even I have limits. Thistles are tough on my bare feet and the dog’s tender toes.
And ants? I don’t mind them in the yard, but they’re never content to stay in the yard. They always want to move into the garage, or the kitchen, or the mailbox…
But it’s good to have limits, isn’t it? Otherwise life would dissolve into a mad, messy carnival of happiness.
On the other hand, thistles are quite pretty…