Everything's All New Again

After a winter that was warmer than usual, 

we do have Spring. The trees are blooming, delicate shades 

of green have followed pale flowers. 

Tulips and daffodils have raised their friendly heads 

to greet the sun. At the Coke Field the water in the 

creek seems bright as newly cut diamonds

as it plays over the sand and stones in the creek bed.

It's a welcome cycle, one that seems to give all of us 

another opportunity to achieve our dreams, 

to nuture and watch over our plans.  

Warning: Helicopter and Plane

There's no accounting for the local vernacular 

used to identify many items. 

The green seed pods are known as "helicopters" 

because of the whirling paths they take 

as they fall  to the ground from the maple trees, 

while Dive of Small Glass Planet has told me 

that in England, the tree they call a Plane, 

we know as the American Sycamore.

Hydrant

The fire hydrant seemed to have its own little shed. 

It serves as added protection for a hi-rise apartment

in downtown Indianapolis.

Pink, Green, Maroon and Black

I look forward to seeing these little pink flowers. 

Each spring their pale color works against the maroon

leaves. Here, they contrast with the fresh green leaves

of the neighboring hedge, while below the maroon leaves 

pal up with the black limbs, allowing the pink flowers 

to stand out. Everybody's happy.

Textured Tuesday

An old telephone pole had been replaced recently, 

its cut sections left in a pile near the street 

for pick-up at a later date.

Looking closely at its remains, one can see 

the story of both its work-life

and the many years before it was cut down.

I Love You, Funny Face

I fell in love with this endearing yard ornament 

when I first saw it several years ago.

Its expression is unique. It can't possibly scare anyone.

This past winter, I didn't find it at its usual post and

finally located its head lying in a pile of leaves

not far from its neck. I put it back together

then walked on. Happily, it so far

remains as sentry beneath the tree, gazing goofily 

at passing time and entertaining me.

At Angles

There are a couple little stores in the shopping center 

that sell clothes meant for young women. I frequently find 

the styles interesting. They are the very much cheaper

less expensive versions of more current modes,

so I am at a loss as to whether the styles are one step 

removed from "street fashion," three or four

income levels from "au courant" designers.

or just the whole thing come full circle.

Around the corner from the flowing, undulating stripes,

I saw these triangles and wedges, shadows cast on the sidewalk along with a reflection from the store window.

I tried to crop the image without the bits of yellow

and red, but they seemed to add to the composition.

I suppose when they it initially caught my eye,

the color played a part in it, so the

colored bits remain.

Confession: I did use Photoshop to remove a couple 

of the more distracting/offensive spots on the

sidewalk.