I am convinced that those who live in harsh winter climates have a special appreciation for spring --- (ahem, when it finally arrives.) We get tiny glimpses, little teases, bizarre blips and chaotic flip-flops in our weather before the season truly changes. I have learned, in my photographic journey, to roll with the wacky weather and certainly not to expect an inspiring moment to repeat itself. I have had one too many experiences where I told myself that I'd get the same scene tomorrow only to discover that the moment was a once in a lifetime moment. This isn't to say that every special moment should be photographed but it most definitely should be savoured.
Each spring, I patiently investigate my flower beds for signs of reemergence - for the hopeful sight of buds on branches and growth breaking through the ground. I look forward to the moment when the buds turn into blooms on my tree so I can breathe in its intoxicating fragrance. Ah, patience.
Last week the blooms presented themselves - a little late this year but appreciated all the more - on a gorgeous day, ending with the most delicious evening light. Moments to be savoured - and photographed.