Spring isn’t all a cherry blossom delight….
A pond at a public garden, choked with a heavy bloom of algae. Too shallow and still to support much life other than the algae, and littered with old leaves, it actually made me want to avert my eyes. The balance was off – there was probably insufficient oxygen to support a healthy mix of species. I used to garden for a living and I don’t like to see gardens neglected.
Still, there was beauty there, with the branches of a Japanese maple bending gracefully to the muddy water. I took a photograph, and later I exaggerated the softness to make it all about the drifting colors.
Bruised, fallen Magnolia petals mingle with last year’s dead leaves – beauty underfoot.
Also seen at the garden, intricate textures on the surface of a granite boulder. Instead of Spring’s pretty pastels, the boulder contained a subtly colored miniature map, almost like a view from space.
A clutch of tiny maple flowers glows deep crimson against lime green leaves. Looking up and peering very closely, odd bits of stamens and petals come into focus.
A Japanese maple’s dusky, thread-like new leaves stretch tentatively into the air.
Another view of the pond where fish don’t swim, frogs don’t vocalize and ducks won’t paddle. It has a beauty of its own.
Photos taken at Kubota Gardens in Seattle.