Flower of the Day: April 7, 2020. Robert Frost’s poem

A few weeks ago, I drove by these interesting cone-shaped flowers. This building always has bright blooms that bring color to this busy intersection, but it’s location is not ideal to take pictures unless you park around the corner and walk over to the front.

Not feasible with 2 kids in the car who may give you that funny look when you tell them what you’re up to. “What? You mean I have to unbuckle my seat belt and get out of the car for 5 minutes, and buckle up again. No, mommy. Just no.”

However, traffic has diminished dramatically in the past few weeks. It’s almost surreal to see the empty streets and roads. At a stop light, I rolled down the window and took these pictures. Don’t worry: I didn’t stop traffic. It was during a light stop.

Moments when I pass by pretty flowers on the road they remind me of Robert Frost’s poem of that lost moment when you drive by (or in his case riding a train) flowers you’d like to examine. I think it’s a common experience for us flower enthusiasts!

“A Passing Glimpse” by Robert Frost

To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His ‘Hesperides’

I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.

I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track.

I name all the flowers I am sure they weren’t;
Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt–

Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth–
Not lupine living on sand and drouth.

Was something brushed across my mind
That no one on earth will ever find?

Heaven gives it glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.

Love this color scheme. If the awnings were brighter teal, that would be so awesome. What? Now I’m giving exterior color advice.
Yellow flower cones

Thanks Cee for hosting this challenge! Great to share my bloom finds with others.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Lime or Light Green

Lime or Light Green

Ellis, 5, and I discovered these two whimsical photographs hanging on the hallway walls of the Stanford heart clinic in Sunnyvale, CA. The artist’s name is Christina Peters, and she uses random grocery items to create a shape. If you look from a distance, it makes a colorful and identifiable shape; if you look closer, the image is made up of one vegetable or snack item. Perspective made all the difference in appreciating these photographs and the photographer’s humor.

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Color Photograph by Christina Peters “Scallion Star Kaleidoscope”

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Color Photograph by Christina Peters “Gummy Bear Kaleidoscope”

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Leaves pinched from Elliot’s tomato plant; Trying to determine the cause of those brown spots

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Green onions growing at my parent’s farm in Southern California

 

Cee’s “Which Way” Photo Challenge

I thought Roaring Camp in Felton, California was just a place for steam train rides through the Redwood forest. Thomas the Train visits annually in the summer and we visited years ago, but I had little to no memory of anything else besides the Thomas friends’ trains.

Recently I learned that Roaring Camp is a preserved setting of an 1880’s American logging town. It’s an experience of stepping back into time replete with blacksmithing, tent settlements, gold panning, wool spinning, candle making, a small schoolhouse, and steam trains chugging among the redwood trees. What a refreshing time it was to smell the trees, kick up dirt, and sit under the shade of acorn-filled trees. I had many Thoreau moments.

Here are some of my “Which Way” photos from Roaring Camp:

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The photo below is shared to show how realistic the costumed docents were in their tent abode. They blended in so naturally with their roles and setting that I almost believed they lived there. But looking around there wasn’t much evidence of their belongings, so I think it’s accurate to say they are dressed-up actors.

My imagination gets ahead of me sometimes.

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Costumed docents. The gentleman on the right calls himself “Cookie.” Maybe cause he’s the cook? Or does he love to eat cookies? Questions??? Questions???