FOG ART by God, and The MadSnapper

We planted our powder puff bush, as a small 4 ft tall bush, in the early 90's. From November to April it blooms with hundreds of these red flowers. These photos above are from past posts, Full blown in the 1st pic and dying and ready to fall to the  ground and then we take it down to 4 foot tall from 12 foot, and nothing but sticks and in 2 months is is a huge bush again.

We thought the drought would cause no blooms but I was unable to cut it down, and it has grown uncut for 2 years, and black mold took over the leaves, due to Bob not being able to care for it. I went out 2 weeks ago to hack it down myself, and while counting the 40 blooms on it, realized that there were bees in every bloom and two butterflies sucked fast on the pollen. I left it until the bees left. Beau and I went for a walk in fog so heavy and thick we could only see a few yards in front of us, and I needed by baseball cap to protect my glasses from the drops from the fog. While outside with him, I stood aiming my cell phone at the above photo, marveling at the tiny drops of fog that made the flowers sparkle and look sprinkled with glitter.

Below is the same photo, but blended in procreate, just because I could.

If you enlarge, the photos you can see the beauty of details painted with fog.

Above is photo, below is blended in procreate

Above is photo, below is blended in procreate

My walk with Beau that morning was blind and could hear nothing. The fog had blankets the entire city, with no sight, no sound. It was breathtaking and reminded me of this poem.  It explores the beauty of nature, the transient quality of life, and the way ordinary phenomena can be profound if observed closely. 

The Poem by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes 

on little cat feet. 

It sits looking 

over harbor and city 

on silent haunches 

and then moves on. 

 

Nature Friday with Rosy and Sunny at Living the LLB Life    https://llbinourbackyard.blogspot.com/