Beautiful Dying

There is beauty even in death.

I asked my wife yesterday not to throw away these dying lilies until I could photograph them. I love their poignant beauty. They remind me that even death can be tinged with loveliness.

Spring In The Public Garden

It’s in the 40s today but Boston’s public garden couldn’t be more lovely.

Backyard Gold


What you see above is our rainy day antidote. It’s been raining for so long around here my wife Sarah bought this bunch of golden flowers to drive away the gloom. There’s an old shed in our back yard that served as an appropriate backdrop. It’s old water soaked boards provides a pretty good stand in for the current climate.

Low Fire


I find there’s something enormously powerful about flowers if one takes time to look at them closely.

“Tulips shyly smiling, greet the spring
Tightly closed when at 
First we meet
Tulips slowly opening, begin to sing
Gaining volume 
Ever sweet 

No longer shy, as days grow longer, 
Raising their heads 
They begin to flirt
Tulips dressed in many a color
Breezes swirling 
Each floral skirt

Tulips, brazen painted hussies, 
Part their bright lips trying to seduce
The busy buzzing bees
Far too bold for dainty tussies
Vibrant Tulip flowers produce
Visions certain to please “
Mary Havran

Graduation Day…Happy Color

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Pretty girls and flowers is a hard combination to beat.

A Slow Sweet Song

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The time is just after 5 yesterday afternoon. It had been a long day with a lot of driving in heavy city traffic. I was waiting to cross Beacon Street after walking up from the Park Street subway station and was looking forward to getting home and putting my feet up. Just as the light turned I noticed this tree bathed in the soft light of the sinking sun. There was really no time to compose the picture since I was standing in the middle of the intersection. The photo gods smiled on this one.

Victims of The Cold?

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These were happy little spring flowers yesterday. They were peaking their heads up in the next block down the hill from us. Today with the wind chill, the temperature hovering just above zero, I’m afraid they’re no longer there.

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