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… when the squirrel stepped out.

a bit more blue

… while walking along the Charles River Esplanade in Boston.

one day …

One day, I will move from this house in Somerville with its many windows.  I will no longer be able to climb its spiral staircase to the top floor and from there to peer out the old window at the towering oak.  I will no longer be able to train my camera up through that tree’s branches into the sky.  But that day has not yet come. So on this bright September morn, I am grateful for this window, this oak and the blue of the sky beyond.  Have a good day, folks.

african violet up close

light through a window and on the curtains, and all the associated reflections

That’s why I sat down in the chair, to lace up my shoes, so that I could dart outside to pull a view blossoms from the neighbor’s vine.

But as always I looked up and out through the rippled glass, and so had to pause in my morning glory venture to snap a few photos of bright near-autumn sun raining down.

exteriors

statue of St. Paul on the west porch of Trinity Church in Copley Square, Boston

of light and shadows

I still have rocks to photograph, an acorn cap, and even the wings of a wasp.  I am grateful for the “nature offerings” that people give to me with the simple charge of “try photographing this.”  Today’s offering that called to me was a branch with many curled leaves. It is an evolving photo shoot that began with the branch on a black plate.  And then, as usual, I wondered what would happen if I filled the plate with water.  And then, as usual, wonderful things happened, I think.