Hope Springs Eternal

Sunday was the first day of spring, although here in the northeast you wouldn't know it. While things are certainly starting to thaw out, the visual offering is variations of brown and tan with tinges of green here and there. The remains of last summer's Queen Anne's lace and hydrangeas blow in the mid-March breeze outside my window. Although I find something hauntingly beautiful in the skeletons of summer’s past, today I needed a little color for my soul.  I have also been in somewhat of a creative rut for a bit. I have been creating images, but not really anything that I felt was worth sharing. I have been marinating about what drew me to photography in the first place. What subject matter was I most passionate about? Botanicals! So I hauled out the only plant in my house that had blossoms on it; my good ole’ cyclamen. Like my creative flow, this cyclamen plant has been to brink of death but has been revived with a little attention (plus some water). I took about a 100 images of this tiny flower and narrowed it down to this one. I tried some different textures when I edited it. I am pleased with final image and feel a renewed sense of inspiration. Happy Spring everyone!