Spring Colors

I found myself compelled to browse through spring photos today – and was struck by the peculiar colors we see this time of year, after the monochrome of winter. Here’s a sampling, and there are more to be seen at my Flickr (below right)

The pale skins of sycamores and their dancing shadows stand out against an impossibly blue sky, violet woods and radiant green lawn. Marshall Hall, MD
The native red cedar is ruddy even in its greens – taking on an orangey hue in the strong sunlight. Marshall Hall, MD
Red branches, gold grasses, subtle violets and reflected blue – so much color in a ‘drab’ scene!
radioactive moss and tiny blue flowers
the color in this image was so striking I made a painting of it
One of the eldest Washington cherry trees. the subtle haze of their color is so suited to early spring.

Wind Song

There’s this song made by the wind and the winter forest. A hum, deep but light, begins then rises, in such a way that you think “a train is coming!”

But it’s the trees waving in synchrony, singing together.

Living in a national park, the wind can move a long way through the trees before it arrives. This house is perched in a clearing, on the shores of the tidal Potomac, ravines to either side. Tall tulip poplars, white and pin oaks, sycamore and ash thrive in this rich riparian zone.

The forest is singing this morning after a long and stormy night. The air has been moving wildly since yesterday afternoon, when warm low clouds raced north to meet the front. Later, gouts of rain sliced up from the south and lashed the roof with stripes of wet. Deep in the night the house went quiet, silent enough to wake me up. There was no electric hum, and thus, no heat, no light, no water. But these days, I keep my iPad charged, so I read until I fell sleepy again.

With the hint of daylight the engines of the world began whirring again, and the push, push, push of cool wind began sweeping the skies, allowing a clear yellow light to paint highlights on the singing branches. The house is surrounded by tuning forks, moving in resonance. Now they are but waving gently, but comes a rising hum, and the wind springs like a lion, brushing the trees together as if they were grasses, and they sing, sing, sing.

 

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NB: I searched for a video of this effect, and couldn’t find just what I wanted. I’ll get out and make my own. I did however come across two items of interest.

Wind sculpture — a beautiful sculpture that uses that ‘coke bottle’ effect

White Noise downloads – high quality recordings of beautiful sound