Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Alfred R. Ferguson
Believe or not, these glorious captures were taken during the brightness of the midday sun. The glorious reflections caught my eye at Kinder Farm Park, so I quickly stopped to capture the moment.
Passing back out of the park about a half an hour later, the green algae had retaken the pond, and the reflections gone. Reminding me, that if you see something that is worthy of photographing, don’t hesitate. Capture it while you can.
For an adorable moment, I was walking along the trail and nearly stepped on this little green darling. Glad I didn’t squish the guy.
Categories: 2013 Project 365, Nature
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 
Love the Indian summers in Northern America!
Thank you so much ! I’m so happy to be able to share these with you half way across the world.
I also appreciate you sharing this with your readers. Thank you.
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Love the Indian Summers in Northern America!
wow! it’s like the cricket turned around just for you! cute indeed 🙂
Can you see him/her smile? I heard they bite like crazy. Glad I didn’t pick it up. I was tempted though.
I do! I do! 😀 yeah those barbs I hear can do quite the damage, glad you didn’t.
Great photos. 🙂
Thank you so very much Manu!
You are so right about not waiting to photograph what catches your eye, these are wonderful!
Thanks Jerry ! It is my secret wood duck pond. They’re gone though for the season. 😦
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This poem always stops me in my tracks, reminding me of how quickly time passes us by, of how fragile life can be, of a beautiful childhood and .. of C. Thomas Howell.
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When I was just a kid, there was a pretty core group of us, that hung out. And for the most part, it was a group of boys. I was never much of one to play with dolls, worry about getting dirty, I never cared to paint my nails, go to the mall, watch tv or gossip about what may or may not be going on with any of our other friends. In no way do I mean to stereotype here or be critical of others activities. At all. But it seemed when I had the opportunity to get together with friends that were girls, these were many of the options. I wasn’t interested. Neither was my best friend, Amy who lived just a few doors up the street.
I wanted to run through the woods, build forts, listen to heavy metal, play football, compete, prove to them I could be just as much one of the guys, at that age, as any of them. Which, in hindsight, I’m wondering if it didn’t drive my parents crazy. And Amy, hers. We have laughed a lot about it since.
At that time, I also felt like I could be one of the Outsiders. I had crazy dreams, like many of us do when we’re kids, of meeting and falling in love with one of the films stars, C. Thomas Howell. I did, I admit it. Don’t we all have one of those crushes when we’re a kid? I digress ..
Our group would get together and watch the movie often. I believe when all was said and done, we .. or at least I, had seen it dozens of times. It would rile us up in that small town we grew up in, and we’d run around like somehow we had the same angst happening in our own community. I had the lines nearly memorized. But nothing has stayed with me more than this poem. Nothing Gold Can Stay. Every time I see it, it takes me back. Reminds me of a much simpler time in my life and so many friends I’ve lost touch with but that will always hold an incredibly sweet place in my heart and soul. Who embraced me at one of the most awkward and challenging stages in my life when I was often made to feel like an outsider, because I didn’t fit the typical little girl mold. Of fall. Of the leaves turning. Of the home I used to live in and the big woods out back – that are full of memories – but that I now only get to drive by and wonder what sort of life the family that lives there now, has. Of how quickly the seasons of life pass us by ..
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Wow!! Gorgeous photos.
You are so sweet. Thank you so much! BTW, my Tuxedo says Meow to you.
Fabulous photos, Emily. Great capture of that ‘green darling’. 🙂
LOL ! Loved that green darling. Thank you so much for your kind compliment.
So awe inspiring
Can you imagine sitting next to this pond with a cup of tea?
Thanks for posting these for me. I know you know these are my favs … the mirror shots. 😉 Most likely your Lil green guy is a Lil green gal. The praying mantis females are much larger than the males. Makes it easier to rip off their heads after sex… =-O
🙂 I can always count on you to put a good smile on my face! Wow..love that the girls are the bullies. Thank you!
Beautiful photos! 🙂
Thank you so much ! BTW, did you know that your avatar is pinned on Pinterest? Someone somehow grabbed it and pinned it with Bella Remy Photography. Weird..Now I know who it belongs to and can ask it to be taken down if you want.
That is weird! Yes please, that would be great if you wouldn’t mind, thanks 🙂
My pleasure…
Exquisite! Glad you didn’t step on the praying mantis. I try very hard not to tread on slugs and snails. They are everywhere now.
EEEWWWWWW ! Stepping on slugs and snails is nasty business. They are so SLIMY ! Time to put out the bowls of beer to drown them in bliss.
I’d rather drink the beer and safe the slugs!
That’s funny ! Get drunk and squish slugs
Handsome looking green fellow 🙂