Monday, June 20, 2011

Late Blooming Tree

Woodbury, Connecticut


Edd Fuller said...

Carl, nice job with this. I find fences frustratingly difficult to work with unless you are shooting straight-on. I have a lot of pictures of catty-wampus fences but none that work as well as this one.

Carl Weese said...

Edd, thanks. I hadn't really thought of fences as a special category or pictorial "problem," but now that you mention it, I do find them fascinating. They quite frequently find their way into my pictures, possibly my large format work more than the digital capture I show here. My Drive-in Theaters and White Churches projects abound in fences...

typingtalker said...

That is a Kousa Dogwood.

"The kousa dogwood can be distinguished from the closely related Flowering Dogwood (Cornus florida) of eastern North America by its more upright habit, flowering about a month later, and having pointed rather than rounded flower bracts."

The Kousa Dogwood is replacing the traditional Flowering Dogwood because of its disease resistance.

It is certainly more showey.

Juha Haataja said...

Fascinating. The top parts of the fence and the white flower petals are somewhat similar in shape, making this work really well.

Carl Weese said...

Typingtalker, here in southern New England the traditional wild dogwoods are still flourishing. So far I've only seen the Kousa as cultivated ornamentals in gardens and yards, not out loose in the woods.

Markus Spring said...

This composition of white in white works wonderfully for me. And the analogous shapes of the petal tips and the fence tops are the icing on the cake.

Unknown said...

The Late Blooming Tree

A revolt as a sapling
Would have been grand.
The lessons, early would still stand.
But, instead I had to wait until the late,
The summer into the autumn of my life,
To taste this sweet freedom.
Right before the cold winds blow.
When all of the gardeners have given up.
And some of my branches have fallen off.
Is when I see where my strength comes from.
Fresh blossoms, late to come,
Changing into a delicious golden fruit.
Cling to my branches, long.
My ripening wisdom…sweeter than gold
Come pick from me…
The late blooming tree.

Rubin Cheek