All the yellows of the day. There’s a song with that line in it, but I can’t remember it. Not Kodachrome. That was “greens of summer.”
There’s a little place by the sidewalk that I can be sure to find dandelions. Every year. Right about now. I don’t know about you, but they make me smile. Once they start blooming I know spring is here.
Along with wildflowers, we set the clocks aside early this morning. I don’t know who got the idea that it had to be done at 2am. Nobody I know does that. It’s either before bedtime, or when they stumble in the door after a Saturday night out.
Since very few people go out right now I suppose it’ll be the former. Or, maybe I should just speak for myself. Maybe that’s all I should do. Heh.
This is another of those scenes that I photograph every year. At least this time I found a different way of looking at it, and a different way of editing it.
That’s something, at least.
And, it’s a nice Sunday picture.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. Have a good thought for the person who taught me this. She’s very sad. A death in the family.
Johnny’s Garden. That’s what it reminds me of. The name is a title to a Stephen Stills song.
The story as I know it goes something like this. After his big success with Crosby, Stills and Nash, he moved to London and leased Peter Sellers old house. Or, Ringo Starr’s house. It came with a gardener. You can figure out the rest. Either that, or he watched a movie with about the same plot.
With Stills, you never know.
I saw the scene. I found a way to photograph it a little differently than I had in the past.
It was in development and editing, where it really took off. That’s the entire story of my own Johnny’s Garden.