This is a busier scene than i normally photograph. I think i was drawn to it because it speaks of all that is happening so quietly these early April days. Grey is surely and subtly being overtaken by tiny little blossoms.
“If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or
burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in
silence, what wonder and expectation there would be
in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.”
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow