It was the third morning in a row I wanted to record the redbud tree. One day, it was raining; the next, I didn’t have the camera and was late. Today, I pulled over on one of Madison’s one-way arterial street and contemplated this tree. My impression has been of the magnificent tree glowing in the morning sun — then I saw the telephone pole, the streetlight pole, and wires and whatnot. Oh well, that’s the context and it makes the tree’s beauty even more valuable as a contrast to urban grit.