Yep. My colors are clashing. Oh well. One goes with what is blooming.

I am glad we are getting rain. The gloom I could do without but I was able to go and walk fast on the track this noon. Movie star good looking guy over there running without his shirt on. Oh poor me.

My link today is to info on the Planet Money T-Shirt. In spite of the controversy about the fact that the ladies shirt will be pink, it will be made in South American. It is the Men's they are making in Bangladesh. I have been enjoying this whole adventure and look forward to wearing my squirrel to teach yoga in. :)

Okay so this probably clashes with the red below. A whole other rose feel.

Here are a couple of links to these amazing photos of whole trees in South Korea by Myoung Ho Lee and another  link to to the New York Times Feature page on his work. Gorgeous, amazing and fascinating...

Before I saw them, I took a photo of a tightly furled iris bud the other day with my light diffuser behind it framing it exactly like these trees (only on a much smaller scale). It looks almost alive. You'll see. Great minds... Ha!

Roses are challenging to get right.

I am happy with this one. Dreamy, painterly.

The gloom has returned but my return to work isn't as crazy making today as I expected after taking Friday off. Cool!

I am pleased with this picture. It was a complicated shot, I had to get up on my toes on someone's private property and stretch yesterday. Our roses are gorgeous but blooming way too early.

Of course the sun that has been bestowing its beneficence on the roses has also been ripening the strawberries early. Yum.

This short little film is a couple of years old but it is just plain silly fun. And with our world in such upheaval who can't use a little silly fun?

Happy Mother's Day.

We went birding out a Powell Butte yesterday, enjoying a chunk of this astonishingly warm making the roses bloom early weather.

This is the best picture I got out there. It was hazy but the mountains were visible. As were the construction crews working on the reservoir.

I hope by the end of the summer to be able to make it out there on my bike.

Sorry I have been not posting so much here. Work overtime really cuts into one's picture taking time. I did get out today to get some nice ones so hang in there and check back. :)

That is, if you like pretty flowers.

Opening peonies from last weekend. I am enjoying the astonishing warmth and relaxing this weekend. It is so rare for us to actually get to see spring.

My link today is a bit of a meditation on complaining. It is an interesting discussion. Spiritually I know it is not the best course of action but emotionally there is a lot to be said for small doses in the right places.

There were all these amateur riders on the bus this afternoon that were going downtown to drink. These middle aged men all cheerful with an alcohol buzz sitting on the seats with their legs as wide apart as possible. They all thought, and said they thought, I was unusually aggressive because as no one would move to the back I just pushed my way back there. And then when we reached my stop I had to physically move the high guy in the tie dye with his earbuds standing in the back door well and blocking my exit. In a delayed reaction, he yelled at me after I was off.

"Nothing is more unseemly in society than an angry woman" says Claire Messud author of The Woman Upstairs. It seems all these very occasional bus riders would agree with her.

I had groceries! Darn it all.

It is such a challenge to capture what the eye sees. The sweep of this batch of iris in the evening breeze that softens the eyes connected to the work weary brain and reminds us that there is beauty out there everywhere.

There must have been some sort of accident on the freeway this afternoon. A trip to the grocery that normally takes 40 minutes took an hour and a half. And there was a drug addled young man, (I call him Hula Hoop boy, because he had one) that seemed determined to get attention any way he could waiting at the bus stop, as was another young man with a leg injury, a recent Vet, I'd bet.

I had plenty of time to ponder the back stories of these two and the other tattooed more attractive fellow as they all decided to smoke at the same time.

To recover I went over to the gym and read this article on half wild cats in the current New Yorker, which I get on my Kindle. I learned some stuff.  And slowly recovered my ability to be cheerful in the world of others.