The colors of spring are like vitamins to the soul ... after the cool whites, greys, blacks and blues of winter's landscapes, the blooming spring colors are a riot of expression, or newness, of birth and renewal. Walking yesterday at the lakeshore in Shelburne, I reveled in a tapestry of new color, hitting me like a rainbow, or a caffeine jolt of awakeness in the morning. Just beautiful. Every day I am so grateful to live in the exquisite beauty that is Vermont.
These locust trees have the coolest shapes in the winter, black and gnarled, almost arthritic in their climb to the sky. Now they're dressing up for spring, their greenery softening their profiles and preparing them for their outrageous falls of flowers, soon to fill the air with the sweetest fragrance of honey; delectable and entrancing in its lure.
The changing skies, clouds racing, stopping, piling up and smoothing out, evoke the need to try to capture some of the magic with my camera. Every shot a different mood, a different magic, a different memory of sound and sight and image captured.