Flowers were interrupted last Sunday, due to a disagreement between my PC and Lightroom. The blossoms were not to blame. Forsythia, maple and (I think) serviceberry gathered from the parking lot at the questionable hibachi restaurant on the corner, the power box behind behind Fat Jack’s Barbecue (outside my bedroom window) and along the chain link fence where I park my car.

What pleasurable hours – to follow their gestures, absorbed in their color and form. To watch, amazed, as they carried on with spring right before my eyes.