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icepixieFor the poor, snowbound northerners reading this, here's what you have to look forward to once you dig out:
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Yes, now begins my annual orgy of flower macros. Look under the cut for more.
Yellow forsythia, green grass, blue sky. Bright colors FTW.
We have multi-colored daffodils as well as the plain yellow ones. I'm rather partial to these little guys.
On the other hand, I'm less enamored of this mutant specimen. It can't even hold its head up without help, which just seems sad.
Grape hyacinth. I love the way some of the bells are all balled up like very angry, very cute little fists.
Crocus! These are new this year.
Neighbors' weeping cherry tree. It has some big brothers in front of the Frist Museum downtown, and driving by on Broadway last week on the commute home was like driving through a blizzard of fallen petals.
My attempt to capture the it-didn't-seem-that-much-bigger-to-me-really moon of last weekend. Obviously, while my star photography is stellar (*ba-dum-shishhh*), my lunar shots could use some work.
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In other news, I've fallen behind on my music reccing, and I'm sad to report I won't be catching up yet. However, have a really great song: "Nashville" by David Mead. Just read the last verse:
Well it's not quite evening, and it's not New York
There's a scar in the blue sky by the old airport
And I'm talking crazy on the driver's side
I will always love you like a long goodbye
I want to marry that last line.
(click for bigger)
Yes, now begins my annual orgy of flower macros. Look under the cut for more.
Yellow forsythia, green grass, blue sky. Bright colors FTW.
We have multi-colored daffodils as well as the plain yellow ones. I'm rather partial to these little guys.
On the other hand, I'm less enamored of this mutant specimen. It can't even hold its head up without help, which just seems sad.
Grape hyacinth. I love the way some of the bells are all balled up like very angry, very cute little fists.
Crocus! These are new this year.
Neighbors' weeping cherry tree. It has some big brothers in front of the Frist Museum downtown, and driving by on Broadway last week on the commute home was like driving through a blizzard of fallen petals.
My attempt to capture the it-didn't-seem-that-much-bigger-to-me-really moon of last weekend. Obviously, while my star photography is stellar (*ba-dum-shishhh*), my lunar shots could use some work.
In other news, I've fallen behind on my music reccing, and I'm sad to report I won't be catching up yet. However, have a really great song: "Nashville" by David Mead. Just read the last verse:
Well it's not quite evening, and it's not New York
There's a scar in the blue sky by the old airport
And I'm talking crazy on the driver's side
I will always love you like a long goodbye
I want to marry that last line.
