THE NAISSANCE OF SPRINGTIDE

To notice my surroundings, I stop, pausing in my busy day, week, month, season, my active life; I capture a variety of early spring imagery with this black and white photography collection. Beginning with an imposter, although looking alive, the rosebud is but a hollow remnant of a late fall attempt at life. My attention then bounces back and forth from the ground sprouts to the buds on the fruit trees; and their variation in texture and number. Birds chirping, frogs croaking, flowers in full bloom; not yet. The naissance of spring comes on slowly; in ways, if one does not stop and observe closely, pass without notice. For me, it is essential not to let the tiny miracles of the coming of spring pass by without notice.