Monday, June 20, 2011

Late Blooming Tree

Woodbury, Connecticut

7 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. 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...

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  3. 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."
    Wikipedia

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

    It is certainly more showey.

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

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  5. 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.

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  6. 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.

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  7. 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

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