Friday, the big distraction was the almost painfully exquisite emerging leaves of a Japanese maple.
Although my Nikon DX40 has a macro setting for close-ups of flowers and leaves, the poor camera's brain had a tough time knowing what to focus on and any movement by the wind would literally paralyse it.
I'm not sure whether I need a few lessons or a whole extra lens, but meanwhile I kept trying to capture what my own eye saw, the sharper-than-laser-cut filigree precision of the nascent leaves, the pale-shrimp-pink of the buds contrasting the fresh chartreuse of the leaves.
This tender newness juxtaposed with the stolid rocks nearby (a newborn stirring under the watchful eye of an aged, patient, silent but wise grandfather . . .)
I so much wanted to register the bud-bells, and I finally have one in the centre of this photo. Patience is rewarded; if at first you don't succeed, etc. . . .
Next post: Twisted, Dialing it Down Posts 2 and 3 -- in which I try to integrate some of the comments Karen made here