In which we celebrate spring and a birthday and sunshine and flowers
|Photobomb: bald eagle, top left|
It used to be that folks would pack a picnic lunch and take bicycles out on the rural roads to visit the various tulip farms and take photos of the pretty flowers.
These days, the private growers have "no trespassing" signs on their fields, and the two largest growers have all but invited Disneyland to set up shop during the month of April: the formerly-humble tulip farms now offer gourmet ice cream, face painting, kite flying, and an indoor plant vendor. The traffic (especially on weekends) is prohibitively scary for bicyclists.
But the flowers are still pretty.
My parents met up with us for the day, and Mom and I walked around the big tulip fields, taking photos and talking.
|The artist adds to her collection of inspiration.|
|This was my birthday card: my mom's flower picture!|
We messed around with wide-angles and close-ups.
|Another photo-bomber: this time, a spider|
This lonely flower, off by itself
reminded us of Twelve, who looks like the others but is distinctly individual in character.
Then we saw these rogue daffodils
|Can flowers run away? These daffs appear to be fleeing the captivity of the field|
After the flowers,
And (you know this, right?): it was GOOD!