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As spring plods its annual pilgrimage to our snow-plagued state, the fading snow does not have the same sense of bitter cold and danger that it held just a couple of months ago. In Minnesota, people stand taller as once cold induced hunched shoulders begin to relax as the sun’s warmth again returns and melts the whiteness of winter away.
However, this aged barn will not spring into action nor will the holes in the siding and roof ever again appear with the newness it showed years ago. It no longer serves a useful role on the farm, not even for storage.
The coming of spring has a different meaning to me now. Decades ago I looked forward to the days of spring field work when we would mount our tractors and disc and prep flat farm land for planting oats, soybeans and corn. Each week we would see increasingly warmer days and eventually the emergence of new plantings that would turn the top soil into endless carpets of fresh green crops.
But now spring simply ushers in relief that I don’t have to watch every step I take in treacherous parking lots and I can drive a little faster on country roads without having to worry about icy patches. If truth be acknowledged, the expectations I have now for spring show a fading going on in my own life that in my youth I thought would never come.
This was brought home to me several days ago when I texted my youngest middle-school granddaughter to share an eagle photo. I then asked her how she was doing to which she replied she was doing well. There was a pause and a few minutes later I received another text. She asked me how I was doing.
I realized this was the first time a grandchild had asked me that question and I wondered if she was seeing some fading going on. Probably not because when I answered her that I was simply trying to stay on the good side of her Nana, she wrote back that I might have a little trouble with that.
(Photographed near Braham, MN)
Island in the Sky, Canyonlands National Park, Utah
A view from the north side of Grand View Point towards the end of a stormy afternoon. My favorite Canyonlands butte, Candlestick Tower, stands in the distance.
Breaking Benjamin - www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyJzY1jWWmM
Have a very happy and scary All Hallow's Eve... aka Hallowe'en and Samhain.
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NS 35A passes the searchlight signal at Deka Road just west of Lyons, led by a very faded C40-8W in Conrail blue. Before being repainted, most of these engines faded from their deep blue to a chalky similar to this. Hard to believe that just over ten years later, all of these once common Dash 8s are gone.
The warmth of a spring day withers in the face of the oncoming night. UP 5719 and friends are doing their best to warm things up as they charge the western edges of Tehachapi Pass.
24 March 2003
Sandcut, Tehachapi Pass, California
The last day, the sea, time slowed down and a horizon. Deliberatly ignoring the rule of thirds, because its my rules.
Hayling Island, on the South Coast of the UK.
now looking forward to jasmine blooming
Jamie / Msdoll/Sooleedoll Drayton
Company faceup, hair Luts
Shirt AtelierAatos
Light fading at the end our hike yesterday at the Kings River Blessington. What a wonderful and beautiful location.
Though some believe in diamonds and pearl
And feel like they're on top of the world,
They shall fade away, hear what I say.
♫ Listen
Pentax-M 55mm f/2.0 on a G2
[ 0.003 sec (1/400) | f/2.0 | FLength 55 mm | ISO 400 | Manual exposure ]
I did not recognize this Pipevine swallowtail butterfly (Battus philenor) because of its faded color and I didn't notice the one 'tail' until it was on a big monitor. I don't know if their colors fade with age or exposure to sunlight or both. Even with three broods per year, this guy seems the worse for wear.