My friend Jeff reminded me this gorgeous tree on the corner of 2nd Ave. and Marion St. was about to bloom the other day, so I went by yesterday to get some photos. Above the whole tree, and below is a couple of the blossoms. The flowers point upward, so I wasn’t able to get a top down view. Next time I’ll bring my jetpack.
I almost feel guilty posting this photo, since so much of the United States is having terrible weather at the moment. Not here, though. Yesterday it was around 60 degrees (F), sunny, and I went around without a coat on just because I could.
Even with the nice weather, I was still surprised to see some pink blossoms on this tree in front of a house on 2nd Ave. I wonder how long it will be before the rest of the blossom trees follow suit.
It was not my intention to post another tree-oriented photo today, but I went out to take pictures yesterday and realized I’d forgotten to charge my camera battery (and I left my spare at home), because I am a dork. So I got a few shots of the water area off of Florence Ave., and that was it. So here’s another tree-oriented photo, plus some water.
Happy Valentine’s Day for those who are into that sort of thing. Happy Saturday for those who aren’t.
Look at these trees! They come up out of the ground with their bark and their branches, and they’re so green and brown and stuff. They’re so tree-like, in the sense they are trees, and not just like trees.
Honestly, I have no idea what I’m writing here. I’ve posted a lot of tree photos. Probably these very same trees, which exist at Pioneer Park. So coming up with a caption can be tough.
Guest photographer Maryann Nielson is rocking the black and white once again (see also: The Jordan Bridge In Black & White). This time she captured the pedestrian bridge off of Florence St. quite beautifully, with that fog and the reflections… so cool. Thanks, Maryann!
Hey, look. Look you guys. Look! Up above this text! Yeah, that. Barren trees with branches… and some ivy, it seems. The little branches form a maze of sorts, with no hope of ever finding the exit unless you cut them all down. But don’t do that, because it would make me very sad. And probably the people who own that property, not that I can quite remember where that property might be. Somewhere off of Ivy St.