Stormy spring weather finally dropping some water on the dry soil, relieving all the new growth that was struggling to push out into the world for the first time. Accompanied by lashing winds and cooling temperatures, the rain may be welcome but the manner of delivery harsh. It’s the interim period – the old leaves have finally been stripped by the streaming air currents and the yet-to-be leaves are safely wrapped in their buds, awaiting the siphon of moisture up the tree that will swell and burst them free of their egg.
The starkness of winter limbs begins to soften as thinning branches appear fuzzy and less distinct, new growth blunting the hard contrast between twig and sky. Overcast sky presents a uniform background for the photographer, a giant backdrop to compose shapes against.
Black and white season is drawing to a close, at least the obvious views of it. Color is creeping into the viewfinder demanding to be recognized and dealt with. Did the early masters of photography whose monochrome images we admire and try to emulate dread the coming of spring?