We ushered in April today and I can’t believe we are already 4 months in to this new year. This was a picture I snapped over the weekend. It is one of the many trees in full bloom in Regent’s Park. When the wind blew and the blossoms floated off, it looked like a miniature snowstorm.
I’m co-teaching a pinhole photography course this term and we have moved away from our coffee tin cameras to shoebox cameras.
One of the girls was having an issue with her camera. After inspecting her developed prints, I fixed what I thought was the problem and then I took a test shot myself to see if I fixed it and got this after doing a double exposure:
I never grow tired of this process. It is plain and simple magic!
We had a wonderful, wonderful weekend and I have so much to share, but this has been a completely manic day. So, for now, I am posting another snap of my gorgeous tulips. Hope you are having a happy Monday!
These were a treat to myself this week. A bunch of tulips that I picked up at Whole Foods on my way home. The are filling the cottage with Springtime happiness!
It didn’t feel like Spring when I left the house this morning. The air was bitter and a mist was shrouding my little world like a blanket. By lunch time however, the clouds had passed and the sunshine came out to play for just a little bit, until the skies turned grey again and it began to rain.
While the sun was out, I snapped this picture coming down the staircase in the Science building where I had ventured over to get some distilled water for the dark room. I loved how the light was dancing across the glassy green tiles and I stopped for a moment to watch it. It is cold again this evening, but that little taste of Spring today was enough to make me happy.
Magnolia liliiflora, or as I have always called them Japanese or sometimes tulip magnolias practically line a particular street that I stroll down on my walk to school in the morning.
They are all in full bloom and every single one, is this blushing creamy, pinky, purpley hue. They are dazzling to see. The ground is strewn with their petals. I feel guilty walking across the delicate fallen who mark my path. They look almost sacred as if they line the pathway to a mountain temple where a little Buddha sits in waiting.
We took a stroll through Regent’s Park today and the trees were full of blossoms. When the wind blew, the blossoms fluttered away in a swarm all around us, like delicate pink snowflakes. We were in a snowstorm of Spring.
It was chilly this morning and a mist hung heavenly in the air, clinging to anything it touched and shrouding the world around me like a fine lace.
My train pulled into the platform and the driver hadn’t even turned on the lights yet. It made my ride very atmospheric, as we go through a number of tunnels. The darkness was calming, I could have just kept on riding, listening to my tunes and watching the world go by. I snapped a few photographs of the mist as we rode along, it was a magical morning.
This was my view tonight as I was heading home. I had one errand to run and then I dashed off to the train. We’re in the homestretch now, tomorrow is Friday, which heralds the ending of the week and the beginning of two whole days just to ourselves.
