In my little corner of North America, the barest hints of spring are starting to appear. Crocuses and daffodils are poking their way out of the ground. Soon, a riot of color will herald a new season, but for now the creeks are swelling with melting snow from the hills as the sun hangs around longer and longer every day.
It was just that sunlight I was chasing on long walk through a forest. The strong sunshine powered past the still-bare tree limbs and set the moss to glowing. Red rosehips, random leaves from last fall, and the blue sky all stood out in vivid counterpoint to the green and browns of the forest.
The birds sang and the frogs … well, the frogs are feeling fertile now that spring is coming. Their song could be heard for the better part of a 1/4 mile away.
This season, like all of them, is a fleeting thing. Snow and ice give way to blooms and buds and back again in mere weeks. Our own lives grow and contract in a similar way – sometimes bursting forward and other times quietly resting. Both are necessary. Both can be beautiful… if you’re willing to notice.
All pictures taken by me with a Nikon D3400.