(image by rmp, that's me)
Hidden in the whispering wind
lies a secret only trees hear;
a message so sweet and touching,
they dust the earth with their pink tears
blushed hues of love, joy and rebirth.
Behind the image: My favorite part of spring is the blossoms that adorn the winter bare limbs of trees. While in general, I do appreciate a lovely flower, there is something about their presence on trees that instills an odd sense of peace. So, I have been finding myself, when the occasion arises, photographing these blooms. Afterwards, I have some extra fun tweaking them with an photo editing app. Just for the fun of it and because it is easier to show and view the images, I have begun posting them (original next to recreation) on a blog. As the blooms slowly disappear, I'm sure I'll find other things to transform. For now, I'll stick with the delicate hues of spring dusted trees.