Sometimes I head out for a walk with my camera and to my surprise, nothing calls to be photographed. Or, I take out my camera, focus on my subject but not take a photo. It just doesn’t work out.
Last week this happened to me twice. But there was one thing that did speak to me; the trees. The trees in my neighborhood are big, old and charterer-laden. One block had lots of massive silver maples and this one in particular was an interesting subject.
The tree itself is a nice one, no doubt, but I was impressed by the variety of other plants which called it home. It seemed to have a little ecosystem of its own. The silver maple was covered in vibrant English Ivy, ferns and a lovely array of blue-green algae.
Spring!!! It’s Happening!
Blossoms, buds, green tips, mossy everything, wet earth, longer days, warmer sun. Rebirth. A fresh start, a new beginning.
Anyway I look at it, I can’t get over how lovely this time of year is.
These pics are from Laurelhurst Park, just a few blocks from our house and a place of significant botanical interest. In the olden days, Laurelhurst park was the backyard to a mansion, now its all of ours’ backyard.
Spring is most definitely in the air. And it’s only the beginning of February. The sweet early spring bloomers are poking their pretty heads through the cool moist ground to take advantage of the unopposed view of the sun.
This set of photos are from my apartment grounds, featuring (in order):
- andromeda buds (don’t you love that name?!)
- snowdrops from my back porch container garden
- evergreen magnolia, gracing us with their clear green spring growth
- fuchsia violets and the ever-present blanket of moss
- skeleton of last years’ ferns
- sweet little Ella kitty
- daffodils growing around an over-turned watering can (they don’t care)
- the curly willow planted by our neighbors years ago
- apartment #8, looking homey
Thanks to my Pinterest habit, I was really looking forward to doing a photo shoot with Babe surrounded by a wreath of seasonal botanicals for our birth announcements.
The photos didn’t have quite the effect I was looking for and weren’t used on the announcements, but it was nonetheless fun to experiment in this direction. Plus Rob doesn’t like photos of babies with their eyes closed; he prefers more lively shots.
Although newborn Wolfie has yet to appreciate it, I am ever inspired by the botanical mobile crafted at my baby shower. I find it inspiring and stunningly beautiful; and I can’t stop looking at it. The colors, textures and simple design is perfect for the nursery corner, and the fact that it was created by my good friends make it all the more special.
This week isn’t much different than other winter weeks here in Portland. Which is to say it’s as gorgeous as ever!
I love it all; the fog, the sorbet sunrises and sunsets, the lacy silhouettes of hibernating plants and florescent moss adorning just about everything.
I’d like to introduce you to our baby boy, Wolfgang. He’s pretty much the best thing ever…
I am still blissing out on my lovely baby shower. It was lovely beyond belief in so many ways.
My incredibly creative friend Holly hosted a group of good friends and decorated in a sweet baby book theme, with plants and flowers mixed in for good measure. Holly had received a bunch of old children’s books from her family, but they were a little too rough and worn for her son to read, so she used the pages and covers to decorate and make the invitations (I’ll post a photo of the invitations someday).
As winter approaches, I can’t help but feel a longing for what I consider to be real winter, the Minnesota/Wisconsin winters that I knew for many years.
People in Portland talk about it being cold and I literally laugh at them, as it dips below freezing a handful of times. Even in the mountains it’s not that cold; it hovers around 30 degrees or so. I am an equal opportunity scoffer, however. When someone back home complains that it’s much too rainy and dark, I may remind them that it is nothing compared to the cold and damp we have in the Pacific Northwest from November to May.
Wherever you go, people complain about the weather. But I was one of the few who fully adored the Minnesota winter, so when people complain how bad it’s going to be this year, I wish I could politely tell them to stop breaking my heart. It was my favorite season by far, I still pine for the peaceful magic of freshly fallen snow, donning layers and layers of winter gear to go for a hike, and all the fun things to do in the snow.
I have had the pleasure of experiencing a beautiful area of the Oregon coast thanks to my neighbor-turned-friend Jennifer. Her family lives in the quaint little town of Manzanita, and she got married on the beach in September. I joined Jen there again for a weekend of cooking, chatting, napping and a long sun and hail-filled walk in October. It was true rejuvenation!
The night before the wedding, the sunset was vibrant orange and yellow. To make the weekend even more memorable, the day of the wedding was incredibly warm and sunny. If any of you have been to the Oregon coast, you know that “warm and sunny” are not typically used in the same breath as “the coast”. It is usually grey, rainy and chilly, no matter the time of year. It was the warmest I’ve ever seen the coast by far.