It's been some week in the world, eh? The Royal Wedding (and all those bizarre and sometimes stunning hats) and the weather dominated the past week. My heart goes out to all of the tornado victims in the South. Thankfully we had early word that blog friend DonnaInAL made it through okay.
I don't have a clue what's going on with the weather these days. From the record snows of the winter to floods and tornadoes, it's been a roller coaster ride. While we didn't have the tornado threats here, we did have a lot of rain (once again) and some pretty nasty storms. I believe this is the first week in a long time that the temperatures were generally along the lines they should be.
On the first actual spring day with sunshine and low humidity, I noticed the difference in my knee. The weather definitely affects it. I thought the knee has been more painful ever since I set the surgery date, but it may have just been the chilly damp weather. By the way, the elevator in my apartment building is once again fixed. Now I feel safe to go do my heavy grocery shopping day!
I really haven't had much going on myself this week. Work, more work. Sleep, eat, read, watch TV and let Vincent (the cat) drape himself across my lap or shoulder. I caught the repeat of The Voice and enjoyed it. So I might be watching that one. Did you see it?
As I took photos this week I came to the realization that there's something other than the moderate temperatures which make me enjoy both spring and fall so much. It's the changes. Every day something is different -- a new bloom, a tree's leaves changing. Every day is full of glorious sights.
In the winter and summer, things remain pretty much the same. Sure, a huge snowstorm or ice storm give me some incentive. But for the most part, both seasons tend to be routine. In the summer at least there are bugs to liven things up. In the spring, each day is an adventure with the camera!
Onto the photos I took this week -- clicking on an image will open it larger in a new window, then use your Back button on your browser to return to the blog.
You can't ever guess how hard it was to get a decent shot of this little guy. He kept running all over the place. He's larger than the ants which tend to invade homes, but only about a quarter of the size of a carpenter ant. Maybe it's a baby carpenter ant? I don't know. Bridgewater, NJ.
In looking at this one, I believe I had turned the camera and it's probably supposed to be portrait, not landscape. Oh well. I still like it. The "hairy" stuff coats the huge vines which have taken over the fences at the Bridgewater Train Station. Even though they chop it away each season, they'll never stop it. It's probably been growing there for more than a few decades.
I can't help it! I find poison ivy a very photogenic subject! You can't get it over the computer. Er, don't rub your hand on the photo just in case!
You can see how the vines have taken over this section of fence. Soon it will be all densely filled in with leaflets of three.
Well, last year it kept bonking me on the head as it shed its acorns, but ...! This is one of the oak trees at the Plainfield Train Station in its spring glory.
As I said, spring is constant change. That's Cleveland Avenue in the background. (Plainfield).
I asked him once why he carries the baseball bat. It's because of the horse-sized rottweiler a woman walks in the neighborhood. Now, I know that dog. That bat would be like hitting him with a toothpick. As a pedestrian I'm leery of it. You know if an owner sees someone coming and deliberately crosses the street or goes up someone's driveway, that's no nice puppy. The dog probably outweighs the woman. She obviously is concerned about the dog attacking people/pets. I couldn't live with a dog like that.
Princess, on the other hand, is a sweetie of a dog. East Front Street, Plainfield.
One of the little shiny blue beetles checks me out in Bridgewater.
Yes, by Friday the blossoms were done and over with. Such a short time, but what a splendid sight while they were here. Bridgewater, NJ.
Nah, you don't want them on the lawn. But they're good photo fodder.
I took this one from the westbound platform of the Plainfield Train Station looking towards Watchung Avenue.
Last week I showed this tree's buds. This week beauty took over. It was foggy the morning I took this and that's the sidewalk which was blocked by snow and ice all winter. Obviously no one uses it, huh? Looking up North Avenue and the Plainfield Train Station from the intersection of Watchung and East Third.
The white petals of the probably apple trees on Church Street in Plainfield leave traces that are reminiscent of snow ... but not snow!
This is the house on the corner of East Front and Richmond -- the one which decorates for every season. While her holiday decorations are amazing, her flowers always catch my attention.
We had more than a few really foggy mornings this past week. East Front Street.
As a disclaimer, at the Bridgewater Train Station, there's one of these trees in the field of geese, too.
They're starting to emerge.
After a particularly nasty thunderstorm and downpour, many of the blossoms were turned inside-out.
I believe this might be the same cat/kitten at the time I photographed a year or two ago in the driveway of this yard. I commented at the time how unsafe it is to allow the cat to roam a busy city street. It's obviously not a stray, but this cat's life expectancy is far shorter than any indoor cat's. East Front Street.
Most of the tulips in this patch had their petals ripped off in the storm that passed through. Bridgewater, NJ.
This is the first bloom I found. In this section there are red, pink, and white. Every year the pink blooms first, then the white, then the red bushes. I don't know why. This particular bloom must be the leader! Within a day, the blooms were sprouting up all over the bushes.
Plainfield Train Station squirrel.
The trees on Church Street are past the blossom stage. Still pretty, but not as striking.
I don't miss parking a car under trees in the spring! I cut through the U-Haul lot on my way to the train station. The trees in the adjacent rowhouse courtyard do a job on everything. Roosevelt and East Second Streets
I told you that the bird feeder people returned to East Front Street. Well, where they put the feeder on a post in the front lawn didn't get the bird action they wanted (which is why I haven't posted more photos of it). What to do?
They tied the old dead tree (which originally held the bird feeder) to their fence. If nothing else, they're determined.
"No. You talked to another cat."
How was your week?