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Saturday in the Park

Love the bright purple phlox.

Love the bright purple phlox.

Last Saturday was my kind of perfect day.

First, both boys came home for the weekend. That really would have been enough. Then Saturday morning, the Mister, Jake, and I enjoyed “Captain America: The Winter Soldier,” even though it’s extremely violent with an ammunition budget that had to be about a million bucks. Talk about your literal overkill!

But the icing on the cake? Our friends Jessica and Eric asked if we would be available for a play date at Imperial Park. Absolutely! All we had to do was switch out Jake (who drove to Houston to be with our “third son,” Chase, and honorary son, Josh) for C.J.

A pennant dragonfly poses.

A pennant dragonfly poses.

Being out in nature on a gorgeous spring day meant snapping pics of nature, of course.

The putt heads towards the basket.

The putt heads towards the basket.

And, naturally, discs were a-flying courtesy of Eric . . .

Note the Mister pushing a stroller.

Note the Mister pushing a stroller.

. . . and C.J.

Jessica and Ted

Jessica and Ted

But the highlight for me was seeing three-month-old Ted. I was in desperate need of an adorable baby fix.

Awwwww!

Awwwww! Such a cute toothless grin.

And now I can last another, oh, week or so!

One-Word Wednesday

Imperial Park showed off its fruitful side last night.

Imperial Park showed off its fruitful side last night.

Berries!

One-Word Wednesday

A dragonfly blends in with the scenery at Imperial Park.

A dragonfly blends in with the scenery at Imperial Park.

Green!

Trash makes a nice resting place apparently.

Trash makes a nice resting place apparently.

 

One-Word Wednesday

Dandelions shot at Imperial Park.

These dandelions were snapped at Imperial Park.

Puff!

They look alike yet different.

Weeds can be purty, too!

 

 

Berries and Birdies

They look yummy!

Not quite ready to be picked

While snapping disc golf photos during last Tuesday’s Southwest Handicap Mini, my Nikon 105mm macro lens was thoroughly distracted. The culprit?

Blackberries!

Plump blackberries

Perfect for cobbler, jam, or just plain eating

Imperial Park was bursting with the yummy (to some) gems. I had never seen so many of them there. If only they had been strawberries or blueberries! I’d have returned the next day with a bucket. Sadly, they weren’t.

The kid’s bid for two.

The kid’s try for two (which he missed).

Of course, I was really at the park to shoot pics of my younger son (who finished second with his handicap and tied for third with his raw score) and the other players in their bids for bountiful birdies.

How apropos!

How apropos!

No, not this kind!

Winter’s Last Gasp . . . But Not Really

My younger son hopes his jump putt hits the chains.

My younger son hopes his jump putt hits the chains.

Yesterday was the first day of spring. Here in the Houston area, all that means is that March 20th’s weather was virtually the same as on March 19th—beautiful.

And not cold at all, thank goodness!

Hiral shows his serious putting side.

Hiral shows his serious putting side.

The last day of what passes for winter here found me at Imperial Park at our weekly Southwest Handicap Mini series. This is the best time to play disc golf there, because the foliage is beaten down and thinned out. Discs don’t get lost as often as they do during the summer when the park regains its lushness and is more challenging.

Purple power!

Purple power!

Of course, I’m drawn to Imperial as much for the nature as watching the kid play. As I approached hole seven, my eye immediately was drawn to bright batches of phlox. I’ve seen that wildflower here before but never in such abundance.

Maybe this is foxglove?

Another purple park inhabitant

My Nikon 105mm macro lens captured the few flora that were ready for prime time this early. We should see plenty more, though, in a month or so when the series returns to the ever-blooming park.

A wee spider peeks out from his lantana perch.

A wee spider peeks out from his lantana perch.

Wonder if this guy will stick around?

A Matter of Perspective

The drive is on its way towards the basket.

The drive is on its way towards the basket.

Certain photos lend themselves to certain orientations, as in vertical (portrait) or horizontal (landscape). Take the above photo of my younger son teeing off during last Saturday’s Sugar Land Showdown.

I shot it holding my Nikon D700 horizontally. I like how it shows the open vista of Imperial Park with a hint of the basket waiting for a disc off in the distance.

Is this one better?

Is this one better?

But then I decided to experiment. I tried a vertical crop. This also works nicely, because the distant basket anchors the photo.

I’m not sure which version a disc golfer prefers—wide-opened or focused in. Is the form important? The flight of the disc? The flat landscape? I guess it depends on the person’s personal viewpoint. For example, the kid won’t care for either crop; all he’ll remember is how the wind took his disc out of bounds to the right.

But I can tell you that from a mom perspective, I’m dialed into one and only one thing: Those shorts need to be pulled up!