That Moment of Decision
This past week’s assignment was to select very carefully the first photo of the week. Since I have been recovering—slowly—much too slowly for my taste and ambition—I have not been very active–and we have had a regular Noah’s Ark type of rain deluging the area.
Getting out and about has been difficult but Sunday I ventured as far as ‘the field’==an empty plot of land with a large live oak tree, several pecan trees, and some swampy areas forming a lovely home for mosquitoes. This area was the playground of my sons who played motorcycle there much to the dismay of the apartment dwellers who slept during the day and played rap music in their cars at one or two in the morning.
But I digress.
We have a very large magnolia tree in our backyard and it is covered with blooms—very high up–I would need to climb the tree or get out the ladder—not an easy project wearing a back brace and limited to lifting no more than 10 pounds. However, the across the street neighbor has a magnolia tree with blooms much closer to the ground. This poor tree was struck by lightening several years ago and now has a dead top but a very lush set of lower branches.
I took several photos of the blossoms including a closeup of the interior of the flower but according to directions posted just the first photo.