Ever since we moved to our house in Georgia four years ago, I have marveled at this driveway a few blocks from our home. The perfect line of trees is always there, patiently waiting for the next season to bring about a new color. In the summer, they are a lush green that sparkles when the wind dances through their leaves. In the fall, they are bright orange-red, like a floating flame leading to an endangered house, this past week the first signs of spring are starting to paint them a cottony white, my favorite, and in another week or so they will change to the lightest, most tender green.
Today I took a few snaps of this pretty spot for the first time in four years. The transient quality of nature and its changing palette are a reminder that part of the beauty of this workd is that nothing stays the same, that we are allowed to change, and with each season there are new reasons to rejoice and grow.
Spring has me gaga over flowers. Ever since I made a few bridal bouquets for photo shoots I have had a craving to make more arrangements. I think playing with the colors and design of the arrangements is like playing with composition and color in photography, they are very similar. Here is my latest bouquet.