Everywhere - and I do mean EVERYWHERE, things are coming to Life.
Easter again blends to Spring's call of fresh life.
I take photos that document details & frame out the joy I feel in growing things.
In nests awaiting springtime eggs; in buds that make those angiosperms bloom out.
Laundry out in that breeze simply absorbing all of spring in it's coming
Yet, even here, in the midst of a ceaseless stretching towards the sun:
Even here we still feel the residue of death & the endings that come.
:: in composting materials as they are turned into the soil
:: in petals already fallen on the ground around the magnolias
:: in reflecting on a tomb last Friday
:: in saying goodbye to a pretty blue-ish bird we love the memory of
In Life there is wrapped up the Death...yet also therein, is Hope.
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