30 April 2019 (vireo)

barely audible

over the swollen river

vireo’s song

29 April 2019 (wind)

driving away

buffeted by high winds

any road possible

28 April 2019 (butterfly)

Now that the rain has stopped, I spotted my first Mourning Cloak of the year on Mt. Battie this morning. This common butterfly was so-named for its purple-brown wings bordered with yellow, as if someone were wearing a dark cloak over a bright dress. But despite the somber name, it’s a potent symbol of spring’s bright renascence. Unlike almost all other butterflies in Maine, the Mourning Cloak overwinters here. When it comes out of hibernation, it feeds on tree sap, visiting sap wells made by sapsuckers. Last spring I saw my first Mourning Cloak of the season in the very same sunny spot near the summit.

steep mountain path

more enlightening

on the way down

27 April 2019 (kinglets)

spring floods

our backyard filling

with songs of kinglets

26 April 2019 (traffic)

rainy day traffic

memories of the ocean

within us all

25 April 2019 (pigeon tracks)

foot traffic

a stretch of sidewalk

etched with pigeon tracks

24 April 2019 (cherry blossoms)

snapping a selfie

with cherry blossoms

my aura’s now pink

23 April 2019 (NYC)

spring sunlight

filtering into the canyon

fifth avenue

22 April 2019 (Earth Day)

earth day

leaving the river alone

with its thoughts 

UPDATE: And here’s a friend’s reinterpretation to accompany his spectacular photograph of Utah’s canyon country: https://www.uglyhedgehog.com/t-588847-1.html

21 April 2019 (Easter)

resurrection

a good thing to think about

if you’re a tree-frog

20 April 2019 (wren)

amplified by fog

in the still-leafless woods

winter wren’s song