May Flowers

May flowers, May flowers,

A welcome change from May showers.

You light up the day

After all that dreary gray.

Bursts of color and light,

In which the bees take delight.

You glow in the sun,

As beside you squirrels run;

You stand out against the sky,

As above you birds fly.

Serenity fills my heart when I see you,

And you keep me from feeling blue;

You put a smile on my face,

As you spring up all over the place.

I’ll be sad when your petals float away,

I wish you were here to stay;

But even after you drift to sleep,

In my mind your beauty will always keep.

May flowers, May flowers,

Beauty and joy are your powers.

Butterfly Blossoms

This is one of my favorite trees in the spring. I find the pink shade of these particular flowers to be very unique and the tree is spectacular. I also think the flowers look like butterflies, especially from certain angles.

This is most likely the first of several posts with photos of spring’s beautiful trees. I have a hard time putting down the camera when every day brings new colors, new blossoms, new artwork of nature to capture.

I hope you enjoy this set of photos and the ones to come!

Good Thing Thanksgiving is Over…

I have the wonderful entertainment factor of having these wild turkeys strutting around through autumn and winter. We usually see them more in the autumn, but I guess our relatively mild winter has kept them around. Don’t be fooled by the snow on the ground – it melted almost as fast as it fell down.

I’ve been trying to capture these guys on camera for a while now and I finally got my chance a few days ago. Everytime I had my camera with me, they were nowhere to be found, and everytime I saw them, my camera was nowhere near me. But they couldn’t elude me forever, and here are some of the shots I took – hope you enjoy!

The Whispering Brook

The leaves crunch underfoot as the half-frozen brook gurgles nearby.

The squirrels continue their acrobatics above, jumping from branch to branch.

Apart from the rustle of the leaves where they scrounge for fallen nuts, it is silent.

The silence of a fresh start, the silence of a new year.

A beautiful silence.

 

The stillness is interrupted by the lively chatter of the brook.

The water rushing between the frozen banks is music to my ears.

I love the sound of running water in the wild.

The sound of a stream, a river, a brook, gives me a deep sense of peace and tranquillity.

The water dashing over rocks, tripping over fallen branches, running towards an unseen finish line.

Is it sprinting towards a lake, an ocean, a pond, a waterfall…?

Does it matter?

 

No matter the destination, it is always moving forward, never backward.

So like the water I love so much, which brings serenity to my soul,

I too will look ahead; I too will move forward.

I will dash and I will trip,

And although the finish line is unseen (and hopefully still very far away),

I will continue to go towards it, enjoying every step along the way.

 

It is a new year.

 

It is a new adventure.

 

I wonder where the current will lead me…

Photo taken in January 2011 (Copyright - Raya Fayad)

Happy New Year – may 2012 be filled with love, laughter, happiness, hope, and calm waters.

December Sights

Although today is gray and overcast, we’ve been very lucky that the past 10 days or so have been beautiful winter days. Crisp and cold, but with a stunning blue sky and a lovely winter glow over everything. It’s perfect weather for invigorating walks and ideal for taking pictures, which I did more than happily.

I’ve already shared some of those on my previous post, but that one had a specific theme. Today’s collection is just a random compilation of some of the wonderful sights I got to enjoy.

Hopefully you’ll enjoy them too!

This was an incredible and unexpected surprise Sunday morning when I looked out the window. I only wish he had been closer or that I had a greater zoom so that I could have captured his beauty even more!
I just loved how the leaves were climbing up the trunk and how they make a carpet around the tree.

I loved how this bush stood out with its lush green leaves and those bright red berries, in the middle of all those bare trees and graying grass. I also happened to love its shape!
The golden color of the plants in front made those red berries pop even more, and I found the contrast stunning.
This gathering was so beautifully bright and stood out so clearly that I spotted them from far away! They were a welcome burst of color among all the gray and brown!
What says winter and christmas better than a beautiful pine tree? This was definitely one of my favorite sights - the branches were gently swaying in the wind, and the contrast against the blue sky made the pine cones stand out even more. It's beginning to look a lot like christmas!

Did Someone Say ‘Nuts’?

This particular squirrel seemed to enjoy being a star and posed quite a bit for me - on the ground, while clambering up the trunk of the tree, once in the tree...I've included a couple shots of this guy (first 2 images). I also loved that he had a nut in his mouth while running around and climbing everywhere!
Here's my friend again - apologies for the scary eyes, but I promise that in real life he didn't look like a werewolf squirrel, just a normal, cute squirrel!
How could I not take a picture of this one?
At least this jack-o'-lantern went to good use after Halloween!
Bon Appetit!
Where's Waldo?
Squirrel Team Six: Camouflage Mode
Moving out!

The Autumn Battle

The raindrops fall from the sky, running down the roof tiles and hanging on the bare branches. The gentle pitter-patter is a steady, soothing rythm.

Most of the trees are naked now, but autumn has not yet exhaled its final breath. Flashes of gold and red still stand out against the gray, the last valiant warriors in a losing battle.

The air is getting colder, and night creeps upon us on earlier and earlier, but I am not upset at winter’s stealthy approach.

Every season fills me with a different kind of a joy, with a newfound excitement for what that season brings.

So for now I’ll enjoy those last autumn battles, those final flames sputtering under the cold rain, fighting to stay alight.

But when winter comes to call and the trees are shivering in their bare branches, waiting for their sparkling white blanket, I will welcome and embrace it.