Last week I wrote about the New York Times project, “A Moment in Time.”

I spent a few minutes this morning thinking about what I should shoot: The Minneapolis skyline, as seen from the Stone Arch Bridge? The beginning of the May Day Parade? Ordinary folks doing their Sunday shopping, or filing into church?

I wanted to photograph something that would be typical of Minnesota, yet also speak to the transitory notion of a single moment in May. Ultimately, I decided to just stick to my usual routine. Here are four snapshots from my Sunday-morning walk:

The cherry blossoms were in full bloom along Como Lake.

Each gust of wind liberated a few petals. It seemed symbolic of Minnesota’s fleeting seasons.

My friend the blue heron was out in search of breakfast. I loved the translucency of the grass and the quality of the light.

These two geese honked incessantly for no apparent reason.

I don’t yet know which image I’ll submit, since I promised by friend Tom that he’d get to choose. (Being the “Blogfodder” does have its privileges!)

Although in hindsight I wish I had something a little more spectacular to send in, I guess it’s fitting that all of my shots are about quiet moments in nature. That’s when Minnesota seems most beautiful to me.