Every spring I try to get one shot of Zephyr by the “pink popcorn tree.” It could be apple, or almond, even cherry, but it’s gorgeous at its full bloom along the river. This year I was a week too late with the camera. Blooms have blown off in the last storm and leaves have already sprouted forth. Still, I got my shot, a very contemplative look at the ripe age of 11 1/2. He’s actually got his ears pricked up. The coyotes were yapping across the river.