spring time in DC.

When I returned from Californina, I had been gone for almost an entire month. I left a cold wet wintry landscape, with bare trees brown grass and leftover piles of blackened snow. That was early 

March. I returned in the beginning of April This is what I came home to. I looked out my window the first morning and saw my former bare branched tree, covered in white blossoms.

My neighborhood was alive with grasses, and bulbs and bushes all happy.

I can't help but feel that these plants were happy. And in turn their people were happy. These Cherry trees are happy. See the people under them? How can they not think that the reason they are there at 9 am is because the trees are filled with and exuding love and joy? They are experiencing unconditional love from the trees. I felt it strongly. And so we take care of them and we photograph them. I experienced the love of a spindly Joshua tree, once, and so now my ideas of life in the plants is different. I hope I never forget this truth. It keeps me conscious.