We had a glorious Sunday. For the first time in a while, it was sunny. The sky was clear and brilliantly blue with bright white thunderheads hovering over the great mountains. Breathtaking, I tell you.
Feet thrust into rain boots (it is still quite soggy outside), light jackets on, camera in hand. We went on a hunt for spring. We found bulges on branches. Bulges make my heart flutter. Bulges mean the trees and bushes sense spring is coming. Bulges mean new life. Bulges depict anticipation. I love anticipation.
Bulges are plants' baby bumps.
We also found sticks in the sky, reminding us there is still more to come.
And naked, gnarly oaks. I used to enjoy straight trees of the East Coast way more than these disfigured Western Oaks. But I've come to love them. They seem old, strong, wise, yet wild.
And a great place to hang a tire swing from.
This songbird sang the perfect spring melody for us. It was about to become famous, but it decided to pick at it's behind instead.
The favorite capture I took was this one.
And this one.
Then, I let 8-year-old capture the signs she found of the impending springtime. Everything she took was my favorite. She astounded me.
She did all of these by herself. I didn't doctor them up or crop them. It was 100% her.
She decided to add a border to this one.
Then, my heart melted when she wanted to take a picture of me, no make-up and all. I got over it; even enough to post it (she wanted to publish all her work on the blog, after all).
Can you believe I actually posted something that had to do with being outside on Outdoors Tuesday? If it's warm enough where you are, consider taking your babes outside. Breathe in the fresh air. Capture some moments. Go on a hunt for spring. In a month, it'll be fun to do this again and see what kind of progress creation is making while it eases it's way into my favorite season: spring!