The cherry and pear blossoms are long gone now, but there sweet, fleeting memories still linger on in the form of photos on my camera…you know, the ones I just now got around to loading onto my computer, oops. Time has flown by almost as quickly as those precious petals as the danced away on the breeze, looking like a floral spring snowfall, so that’s why those images lingered on waiting patiently for my attentions (and why there are only two here right now). It’s actually something of a treat to get to see them again though I suppose that’s one of the greatest beauties of a photo – the memories it captures in that forever glimpse of that moment in time.
Every year I get out and take about a million pictures of the blossoms, and even though the subject may be the same, the images are always unique to that day, that tree, the angles I choose, the contortions I apply, that moment and space in time and I love it so much more for it!
The blossoms may be fleeting, but their memories are not! Hope everyone has a marvelous weekend!
Namaste ~ Ella