the sky is a warm grey, and the air is soft. the weather, after much deliberation, seems to have come down on the side of spring.

in the omnipresent damp of northern california, all the seasons are muted. winter is fog with occasional rain; summer is fog with occasional sun.
autumn here had me scurrying about in delight, carefully selecting favorite trees to watch ease through the spectrum. i took half a roll of film during our first snowstorm. and now, spring is sneaking in, and i'm thrilled all over again.

we had wildflowers, of course, and a semi-annual hike to see them. but the trees never lost their leaves, and therefore had no incentive to cover themselves in beautiful little pink blossoms come spring.
walking along, i find myself alternately distracted by the incredible beauty of the world around me, and the incredible joy of the world inside me.