I was looking at the tulips in my front yard and this line by Gerard Manley Hopkins “sprang” to mind:
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
Hopkins was brilliant. He could write amazing, inspirational lines expounding on the beauty of nature, and then descend into depressing, loathsome words running himself well into the ground for being less than a worm on a cosmic scale. I love this guy.
Pentax K20D; Pentax M SMC 50mm; f1.7; ISO 100; 1/250 sec.