“The poetry of earth is never dead.” – John Keats
Spring reveals itself, reminding me that the unexpected is always upon us. Walking up to my mother’s house I glanced to the right and there they were, the first blooms on the tulip tree. While others are only just showing leaf buds.
But spring is fickle, knocking opposites into each other. Warm one day, cold the next, sweaters back on. I think that’s why it’s hard to choose clothing for portraits in the spring: sundress or turtleneck?
Enjoy these harbingers of the season…
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