Technicolor ahead

Picking up my camera has been somewhat painful this winter. Somehow I couldn’t see the light and I couldn’t find the beauty. My glass that typically spills over admittedly ran dry. Nonetheless, as my equipment lay dormant, life went on. My kids enjoyed a few months of their adolescence unfocused upon. Barns went un-photographed as the lens cap shuttered any pastoral views. I found myself slap dab in the middle of mid-life only awaiting for that destined crisis to begin. After losing my sister in law, rather than jumping into a full blown melt down to the very core, I decided to just exist in the routine. I thought that lingering in a dull mind would be the safest route for everyone. I reminded myself often that no one escapes these moments. It’s how we get through them that matters. Yesterday, the sun cast a yellow glow over what has seemed to have become a perma-blue tint over our hardened winter landscape. The warmth, brought sound to what has become an idle soundtrack. Tufts of green began to push through March's snow melt. After feeling like Dorothy living in her sepia toned world for the past months, I could sense a Technicolor rainbow just around the bend. Grabbing my camera, I went to go look for it. These images are what I found.