Cornus Florida – Photo from N.C. State
Cornus florida (flowering dogwood) is a species of flowering plant in the family Cornaceae native to eastern North America, from southern Maine west to southern Ontario, Illinois, and eastern Kansas, and south to northern Florida and eastern Texas, with a disjunct population in Nuevo León and Veracruz in eastern Mexico. In Ontario, this tree species has been assessed and is now listed as endangered. ~Wiki
The flowering dogwood berries along our street were evident yesterday and gone today. A flock of migrant birds stripped the trees bare. That will teach me to always carry a camera…maybe.
I’m still kicking myself for a sunrise over Lake Michigan I missed several decades ago. There I was walking from the B&B where David and I always stayed to Aunt Marge’s apartment at the lake’s edge. And the sun came up like thunder..as Kipling noted many years ago.
On the other hand, I look at the boxes and albums of photos I have taken with various cameras, and wonder what people do with old photos anyway.
My Dad took many photos of trees and shrubs, none suitable for framing because they are black and white. A magnificent old dogwood tree in all its spring glory just doesn’t look the same without a blue sky background. Posing your children under it and taking the photo from 100 feet away doesn’t help.
My DIL took the photo above of my son Richard, somewhere out west at one of those National Parks. I recognize Richard, but not the park. I’m not even sure what year she took the photo. Always good to label your photos, I think. But if you’ve been on a long trip and carried two cameras, and shot reams of film (these days it would be cards or something) you get home and start sorting and you can’t always tell one garden or cathedral or rushing stream from another.
On one trip, I lugged a heavy old computer all over Europe (early laptop days) and wrote home every night, plugging the darn thing into a phone jack and dialing up. I sent electronic copies of what I wrote to all who were interested. When I got home, I printed out these daily scribblings, copied the lot, and gave the copies to several family members and work mates. I have stored the inch thick stack of printouts on a bookcase with all my genealogy stuff. Someday, someone will care enough to go through it….maybe. Perhaps I will when I am 100.