The other week we had some spring snow. It was fun seeing how the snow could balance itself on most everything in landed on. This chain is on the back gate and the sun peeks through the space between the fence boards. A few hours later the sun had its way, warming up the day and melting the snow away.
Numbers stenciled on the wood. What are they for, why are they out of order? These are the tops to be hives and the numbers are simply to keep track of which hive is which. The stencils numbers are added to the wood then the wood is dipped in melted wax to protect the wood and the numbers from the weather.
The best way to explore the city is to walk. I find some interesting building in places I would have never guessed they would be. Theis door with a small window belongs to and old fire station. When the transit rail line was built nearby it blocked one of the roads needed for the fire station. They relocate the station and this building stands unused.
As I walk through a green space approaching a pedestrian overpass I look up through the handrail and see the blue prairie sky and the clouds with sunlit edges. I make a few images and find the one I like best is the one where I hid the sun behind the railing. The sun then doesn’t overpower the image and the clouds are visible imprisoned behind the bars of the railing.
Doors appear everywhere. Some are obvious as to where they lead others, like this one, have few clues to what is on the other side. Sometimes it is fun to wonder if it a secret society that requires a secret knock to gain access or maybe is it just an empty room with a single chair in the middle of the floor. I will never know for sure but I can use my imagination which is probably more spectacular than what is actually on the other side of this door.
It is the a word we hear a lot. Sometimes it seems to be the first word a child learns and I’m pretty sure it is the one the say the most. In this image it is “NO PARKING” painted with a brush on a wall in an alley. Some say we become sign blind at some point, not noticing signs that have been there for a while and that we pass every day. I wonder how many signs you go past on the way to work or on your daily walk?
Carefully with his bare hands he works his way through each hive frame by frame to see how the bees are doing. Is there pollen? Is there honey for the bees to eat? Are there any eggs? These hives look strong after a long winter but they are having to work hard to find pollen so the beekeeper, my Brother, helps them out by added some “pollen patties” for them to eat while they wait for more flowers to bloom.
The smoke drifts out into the sunlight, swirling in the air. The bees are calm now, letting the beekeeper open the hives and inspect them this cool spring day. They have survived the winter but they will need to get to work soon to survive the spring and mother nature needs to provide more pollen for them to gather.