Summer is near its end. Though right now the tropical air is sticky, and the oceans are spouting rough, swirling storms, I’ve felt moments of coolness in the air that hints of fall. Sometimes it’s a smell, a tart whiff of grass that you get when the hot season disappears. It’s made me pine for spring.
While I could say summer is my favorite season, it has one thing that spring doesn’t share, it’s decelerates. It cools into fall. Spring, on the other hand, accelerates into the sunny months of summer.
It doesn’t depress me, that summer is ending, even though I hate the cold. I do not hate the seasons. In fact, I’m going to try and appreciate winter more this year, with a little help from my camera.
I took many photos in the spring that I haven’t shared yet. They’re wonderful to look at, but one thing stands out when I compare them to my summer shots: the green. There is no greener time than late spring. I don’t mean the amount of green, because we all know how full the trees and the grasses are in July. It’s the depth, the purity of the green in spring that amazes me. It’s almost phosphorescent.
So here are the remainder of my spring photos, mostly of flowers I still don’t know the names of. You can see how fresh the leaves, how young the quince fruit, and how delicate the flowers are. Luckily, that season will come again.
