Floral, Midday, Macro
Haiku

The walk on Friday evening was along the Mohawk River trail. Although it was a beautiful day, the trail was surprisingly empty. This works to my advantage as I stop quite frequently to capture an image. Less people means less stares at the weird guy in the weeds.

I like walking this trail even though it offers less opportunities than the Sculpture Garden trail. This trial allows me to hear the water flowing in the river. And after a long week at work, that was exactly what I needed. The calming sounds of the babbling water… OK, every once in a while you can hear a car horn or city sounds, but I tune those out… focus! We are enjoying the sounds of the water…

I finally reach a section with a few more weeds along the edges. There are also more flowers. Don’t ask me to name them, I don’t know. I suppose if I’m going to take their picture I should get their name first. It would be the polite thing to do.

Then I spot Daisy! She is all alone. A touch of sadness washes over me. I love photographing daisies but I realize their season is up. This one I have to get right. Plenty of angles, changing light, there, that’s the one. Hold on daisy…

Hold On Daisy

Stand defiantly
In a sea of strange embrace
The last survivor