Trees

One little walk around the streets of South Farmingdale gave me these images of unusual, beautiful trees. Every night this week driving home from work I'd wished I had my camera in order to capture the colors of the beautiful trees I pass- some so distracting it's almost dangerous to be driving with me. We wait all winter long for them to bloom and when they do, it's spectacular. I don't want to miss it. The splendor of a gorgeous tree is what Joyce Kilmer is talking about in his classic poem. Its first line is part of our consciousness, like so many other words written by fools.

Joyce Kilmer's "Trees"

Watching cats watching birds

I like these pictures not only because they feature the most adorable animals I know, but for their symbolism. They all feature two worlds; worlds that can be defined in many ways. They all feature a threshold, a doorway, a barricade. They each offer a glimpse of what is unreachable or at least longed for on the other side. How can we define the two worlds in these photos? Where the cats reside can be innocence, childhood, safety, inexperience, even entrapment, while the world beyond can be interpreted as evil, experience, maturity, danger, or freedom. Take any of their facial expressions and examine what they seem to be feeling, and the worlds change meaning with each different read on their perceptions. Are they resentful of the screen door in front of them or grateful for it? Can cats feel resentment and/or gratitude? I say hell yes.

Curiosity

This shot of Tula enjoying the breeze through the screen door and the view of the outside world seems to say a lot on its own without an entry. Don't you agree? I love how her shadow is captured as well. I like this photo!