It’s been a more gentle winter than last year. But it’s been cold. Very cold.
In spite of the sun, there have been plenty of dark days.
On January 1st I trimmed some branches from my forsythia and forced them indoors.
Since the 10th, when it bloomed, I’ve had this beautiful bouquet bringing colour into the house.
I love the structure of the forsythia. The tiny flowers on the hardwood branches.
But where’s the colour you ask.
Here it is.
In full glory.
Lovely warm blossoms.
I can’t help but feel a touch of spring when I see them.
And neither can Oppenheimer.
He was thrilled to be allowed up on a table for the shoot.
But only so thrilled.
After a while he gave me this look. I think he’s done with the camera in his face. Thanks.
And really, it’s all about the forsythia.
Lovely messenger of spring.
Even as you lose your blossoms, the warm days grow closer.
Oh, and by the way – I have a studio here in my warm and friendly home.
If you’re looking for a head shot or family portrait, get in touch.