And so it has finally arrived: the first day of spring. Some years the vernal equinox is marked by a heartbreak-blizzard. Today the sky was true blue, and although the air remained cold, the light sparkled with the unmistakably quality of spring. Signs of the coming season are everywhere: chartreuse moss lit with brilliant orange, tiny buds on trees, melting ice on vernal pools, and the sounds of the first early robins. There is so much happening outside. I returned from my morning run with Oli, both of us happily covered in mud. Too cold to spend more than a half hour or so at a time in the wind, I took the camera with me to record some notes for further study in the studio. For now I will share my day in photos. Amateur though my crude attempts with a camera may be, I hope you will see something of my thought process here… or at least find connection to my experience of this ephemeral season.
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