The perfect example of the beauty and ugliness that makes up my neighborhood.
I remember I asked this once before, but I’d like to pose the question again: what do you love or hate about where you live? (and) Do you find yourself ever editing your neighborhood to show the best of it, or do you share the nitty gritty no matter what? Read More
This afternoon was a perfect day for walking around the neighborhood and photographing the flowering trees. After weeks of snow and rain, it was lovely to finally see the sun and beautiful workings of spring.
I took Louie around, both for a good walk, and to snap pictures of the trees. We're about to start a seven-day rain stretch so I knew I wanted to get out quick. I'm absolutely in love with how fast everything has grown and greened and bloomed. Read More
Out here in the Midwest, we've been staring at the rest of the country with envious eyes. (Well, maybe not the entire country—looking at you Northeast.) As friends and family posted photos of their beautifully blooming trees and flowers, we continued to watch the snow fall, inch by inch. We took bets on whether or not we'd get a spring and prayed that Mother Nature wouldn't take a violent leap into summer. The weather gods were kind; we've had a blissful last few weeks with high 70s for temps. With a lightning storm earlier this week, it seems as if everything just exploded with life. Birds, trees, flowers... they're all here and ready to party. Read More
After the beautiful sights I was privy to this weekend, I knew I had to go back to the trails before the last of the golden and worn leaves fell. The sun was out today, definitely a different view of the forest from the last time when it was much cooler and the clouds blanketed the sky.
“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” — Letter to Miss Lewis, October 1, 1841
The most beautiful season, in my opinion, has finally hit the midwest full force. Though we're not at peak color yet, Southern Wisconsin is definitely feeling the autumn vibes. This afternoon, while clouds whipped past overhead and the sun flitted giddily behind them, I decided to wander out of the house for a little walk. I think Louie was super excited to run around as well.
While the overall look of this trail was stunning — beginning in emeralds and auburns and transitioning to ambers and rubies — what I found most beautiful was the small details in the plants and foliage. Plants that once might have been delicately petaled flowers now had turned hardy and burnt from the summer sun, seed pods and remnants leftover from the bygone season. Read More