These days I generally try to keep my workplace visits to weekends only. That turns out to mean that I join in the daily dog walks more frequently. In turn, it means spousal communication on the topics of flora and fauna is often shared. And, following yesterday’s jaunt to Jasper Mountain, where I happened to photograph a tiny flower I saw beside me when I sat to rest, my interest in chasing macro photography seems to be warming up. Maybe it will even get to the level that I take it seriously enough to “do it right” with tripod and manual measures. For now, I’m still lazily hand-holding, even at this alarming view of a coronavirus-reminiscent dogwood (do I remember that right? Is that what Kim said it was?):
Others, somewhat less ominous:
Then, backing off a bit:
Some words:
Finally, over to the west pond at Pioneer Park and … over the top:
