Today's photo observation, the bud of the invasive Common Buckthorn, comes from the banks of the Cannon River, but even before waking this morning I was busy with dream observations.

I don't know where the dream began but there was a game resembling badminton or chess. The rules weren't quite right and definitely not in my favor. I wasn't winning so I slipped across the street to take some photos of nature.

The place was a kind of bus stop, possibly. People waited around. And there were big blocks of stone. Looking up I photographed a stocky palm tree. Then a few curious weeds that resembled pressed plants. A legless lizard caught my attention as it slowly progressed toward the undulating green and white leaves of a plant that seemed to crawl off and cover the lizard. Tree roots metamorphosed into a snake with a head shaped like the head of a spiny soft shell turtle. I looked it in the eye and turned to go (thinking to myself that I'd remember their names when I woke up...that was a mistake!). As I moved away I felt something strike me on the back, not a push, or a bite, but more like a firm hand placed on the shoulder. And I opened my eyes.

O sir, you are old,
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of his confine."
– Shakespeare, from King Lear

Posted on March 1, 2017 04:58 AM by scottking