“Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.”
The awakening of spring pulls at me with force.
I wander the neighborhood;
dog leash in one hand, camera in the other.
I wander the yard, crawling along on my knees,
or with my belly to the ground. Camera to my eye,
while the dog noses around curiously beside me.
Yes, I am fully aware that I took these very same photos last spring.
But how can you go wrong with the gentle beauty
of spring awakening?