An aphorism that came to my mind today was, “Don’t sacrifice the good for the perfect.” I looked it up, and found that it’s a riff on a quote oft attributed to Voltaire (I haven’t even read Candide–bucket list perhaps). “The best is the enemy of the good,” is actually an Italian proverb. I honor the proverb, but prefer the active attitude of “Don’t sacrifice…”
As I looked over the photos I took with a mind to sharing them, I found myself worrying, for just a moment, that they were too cliché. They aren’t art photography. They’re snapshots of a beautiful day, taken with a common iPhone camera. It was a random thought, but if you–like me–often second guess yourself, you might recognize the hesitation and self-criticism. The stifling of your own voice for completely made-up reasons.
Trees appearing to wander by the lakeside, not sure what to do with themselves.
Turtle performance art? They’ve arranged themselves into a sculpture of heroic proportion.
I have a love hate relationship with the geese at Campus Lake. They’re lovely on the water, and when they fly, sublime. But goose poop on the paths–yuck.
The Individualist. I hear you, honey.
I’m not sure what this mallard hen was up to, but she was doing the hell out of it for quite a while. The male watched the whole time. Hoping for a snack, maybe?
A campus tulip tree in bloom. Some things are far too beautiful to last long. If they looked like this all the time we might take them for granted.
The path out. The contrast between the bare trunks and the blue sky and the sudden blooms is a distinct moment in time. A precious balancing point between the old and the new.
I found a sweet, small tulip tree in front of the post office in town. Thanks, USPS!
And this odd confection in the parking lot by our little Barnes and Noble store. Definitely two or more plants, but clinging together for dear life in their island in the asphalt. Parking lot landscaping can be so curious, don’t you think?
Home again to my own garden. The Lenten Roses, like Lent, are fading. How appropriate.