March Madness, Photo a Day, Day 31

Day 31. 

Today was a gray, overcast, cloudy bright sort of day.  One of the advantages of shooting on this type of day is the bright, even light without harsh shadows.  I was pleasantly to find shots I like.  I’m still on a floral kick, so here’s another flower shot. 



I Clicked It Up a Notch – March Contest

Time for the March Click It Up a Notch photo contest.  Isn’t it great to have the opportunity to pick your favorite photo for the month and share it with others?

After tornados, thunderstorms and snow at the beginning of the month, Spring sprang early here and we’ve enjoyed her beauty ever since.   I’ve taken a lot of pictures of flowers lately.

Here’s my favorite shot from the month of March:

I hope you’ll look at other contest photos too.  The ones I’ve seen are awesome!


March Madness, Photo a Day, Day 26

Day 26.  Everywhere I look, flowers continue to bloom.  Hyacinths and daffodils were the first flowers I noticed.  Japanese magnolias, redbuds, tulips, and apple blossoms soon followed.  More tulips and a few more daffodils continue to delight us with their beauty.  Here are some dogwoods, a later blooming Japanese maple tree and a tulip.   Enjoy!

March Madness, Photo a Day, Day 24

Day 24.  Challenging myself to take and share a photo a day has affected the way I look at my surroundings.  I always appreciate the beauty of spring, but looking at spring’s vibrant life and renewal through my camera lens helps me to appreciate more of the details.  Happy Saturday!

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

—Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant”


March Madness, Photo a Day, Day 23

Day 23. 

Today would have been my  maternal grandfather’s birthday. 
He was born, got married, raised my mother and died.  He worked as a tailor at a local department store in Nashville, TN, taught tailoring at a local high school, worked as a Pullman Porter to help transport troops during World War II, and taught community sewing classes at his neighborhood senior citizens center after he retired. 
His biography doesn’t tell us about the details that made him unique.  Like his sense of humor–he always had new jokes for us.  Or how he taught us grandkids to play jack rocks, Rook and checkers.  Or how he used to jump rope with us.  Or about the time that he walked to my high school, attended my Home Ec class and showed the teacher and our class a few sewing tecniques, then walked home with me.  Or how much he adored my grandmother.  Or what a doting father he was to my mother.  Or how he could draft patterns on paper bags and make us clothes.  Or how he taught Sunday School and would tell us Bible stories.
Here’s a photo of the Flight 5191 Memorial.  This sculpture depicts 49 birds in flight, 1 bird for each victim of the crash.  Their names are inscribed on the base of the sculpture, and sealed within each bird is a cylinder in which the families placed mementos of their loved ones. 
While looking at this memorial that honors the memories of the victims of this crash, I see souls soaring to heaven.  It reminds me of my own loved ones whose souls have taken flight, but whose spirits still live within me as I remember them.  Thanks, granddaddy, for being so much fun.  I’ll never forget you.