It’s not difficult to spend a great deal of time, at the Morton Arboretum, getting the bigger picture; those panoramic scenes with the trees showing off their autumn colors or bright swathes of golden daffodils in the spring. You almost have to make a conscious effort to slow down and take a closer look at things.
Every season at the Arboretum produces its own special treasures but somehow, in the spring, they seem a little easier to find. When the undergrowth has yet to make a start and there are still no leaves on the trees, little patches of color stand out, the birds are easier to spot and even the branches take on a character of their own.
It’s easy to miss the true beauty of a flower in a whole mass of blooms so instead I tried to focus on an isolated little group of daffodils nodding gently in the breeze.
I’m getting to that stage in life where it makes things a lot less complicated if I don’t have to get down on my hands and knees to get a close-up shot of something. I’ll do it if I have to, but getting back up can be rather trying especially when there’s nothing to grab hold of for support. That’s why I was happy to find these willow catkins conveniently at eye level.
The growth on this fallen tree trunk reminded me somewhat of sea shells.