It was a really tough winter here in the Northeast United States and in fact across the entire country. You know in your heart that spring will always come back, but there was actually a sadness that you could see and feel in yourself and in family and friends when spring was so kidnapped by the wintery forces of nature. It was as if you lost a pet or if you had seen a young person who is sick and dying. Truly, that's how it felt.
Of course spring eventually came, and if you want to experience the spring unlike any other place on the planet I would urge you to visit the Hudson Valley at this time of year. The only other place that has given me the thrill of the season in the same way is when spring comes to Paris. April in Paris, April in the Hudson Valley - not too bad. So with the bourgeoning of the blossoms, the budding of the flowers, and the leafing out of the trees, as corny as it may sound, it was as if you were waking up from a long slumber.
For me the most natural reaction, in fact the only reaction, was to start taking pictures all over again. I can't help but to think of a wonderful quote by Iris Murdoch, “People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.”