I know I said, several weeks ago, that the world looked BROWN until you got down, got close, nudged in the leaves, thought about composing character shots with your digital macro.
Yesterday afternoon, in the middle of a very windy, gritty afternoon (unseasonably hot)--I realized the overall color palette had shifted. All the fruit trees are flowering madly. And the leaves on the cottonwoods and elms and ash (not to mention all their bushy spring shrub friends like the lilacs) have unfurled. To the naked eye, anywhere you look, there's a verdant shimmer.
The temperature continues to bounce like an insane bungee jumper. Spring the cruelest... And the wind has commenced its ill-tempered cleaning rituals: the annual vernal scouring of every surface.