May Day, May Day, May Day!
Hey, what did you expect with a title like “May Days?”
While the opening reflects a traditional distress call, the only real distress is that I’m still five or six months behind on posting what I’ve been shooting. In short, I’m still showing May days.
For a guy in the Northern Hemisphere, this is a tad silly. Pictures from May show Spring busting out all over, when what’s really popping out this time of year are fall colors.
Maybe I should just pretend I’ve migrated to New Zealand and am sharing Spring down under. With zeal, even.
But what I’ll really do is dump a bunch of miscellaneous impressions from last May, throw them up against the visual wall of images you’ve seen lately, and see if any of them stick.
We’ll start with a question. Which is better?
In both cases, I took artistic liberties. The original picture wasn’t as dark or as saturated, and the color hangs suspended. Or perhaps, in black and white, it hangs suspended like a flowery moon.
Perhaps it’s that “moonlight” that inspires growth.
Even if sometimes that strange moonlight triggers werewolfish tendencies. Some plants get a wild hair or two.
And others, well, they’re just looking for a hand.
Moving on, a little blue job posed against its complementary color.
While a run-of-the-mill sprig said, “what do you mean, run-of-the-mill?”
And another wined, “hey, how about me?”
Meanwhile, the neighborhood fern opted to wear a flaming mohawk.
While a small flower found another way to be flaming.
And while a succulent had a dark mood…
Others are lighter at heart.
Some are in the pink.
But I’ve always been partial to the warmth of oranges and golds.
So if you think you hear a call of distress
Perhaps it’s just spring, wearing fancy dress.
For when we come to days of May
It’s a floral show, come what may.