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The dogwood tree in my front yard has been begging to be photographed. It’s in a bad spot, really–right on the edge of our yard, with the ugly, busy street for a backdrop. So I had to do lots of shooting at the sky, and even that was tricky, since there are electrical wires running through the branches. I was tempted to think evil thoughts about the electrical wires until I remembered that, without them, this post wouldn’t happen.
It’s sights like this that make me think, “Why am I inside?” I should be outside absorbing all of this beauty.





Do you know what I really wish? I wish I had a pink dogwood to go with my white one. I love pink and white dogwood trees together. mmm.
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I’m so glad you took those pictures! I was thinking about doing some when I was there, but the wires threw me off a bit. It looks like you managed quite nicely! Now you should look into doing some shots of those palm trees and bamboo in your backyard. They are very pretty and green, especially with the nice white stone wall.
Comment by bookworm — April 16, 2009 @ 6:21 pm
Hmm, I’m not sure about the palm trees. Quite frankly, I don’t like them nearly as much as everyone else seems to. I’ll have to think about the best way to photograph them. The bamboo I like, but it seems so out of control right now. I think it needs a trim, but it isn’t mine, so I can’t do much about that.
Comment by Ashley — April 18, 2009 @ 11:45 pm