Walking along the outer edge of the Boston Public Garden yesterday this was what I saw. Mind you this sidewalk is along Boylston Street, a VERY busy road. Sometimes the beauty of nature just grabs you by the throat!
This morning early it was gloomy, spitting rain and feeling like a “I’m not going out if I don’t have to.” kind of day. However, that feeling vanished once I looked out our back window into the enclosed courtyard below.
I don’t usually take portraits of mushrooms but, this one was too good to miss.
It was rainy yesterday and not really conducive for a lot of walking. I had an errand to do at a nearby grocery store and on my way back up Beacon Hill I happened to stop beneath a tree with a big overhanging branch. Holding my camera over my head, I was able to frame our State House within the arc of the branch. Not what I would call a once in a lifetime image but the gold of the dome against the gloom of its surroundings made for a nice juxtaposition.
It’s finally getting colder here. Winter weather has been a long time coming, but now with overnight lows getting into the thirties, the cold seeps into my bones as a walk across Boston Garden. That discomfort is however more than offset by the golden sheen of the huge willow trees that ring the lagoon and the shimmering blue of its new skim of ice.
I know, I know taking photographs of pretty sunsets get old really fast. But this one last night warranted an exception and inclusion in this blog. The gold of the sky set off against the dark hills across Rockport Harbor was absolutely breathtaking. We had just returned after a long road trip and I was dead tired. But seeing this made me go out without my shoes on a gravel driveway to get this shot. This light didn’t last for more than 5 minutes.
For me there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, that equals the color of the early morning light caressing the rocky shores of Maine.