Spring Flowers Part III: the redbud trees

Statement of Purpose

As the virus spread to the U.S., so did spring, heedless of the fact that the rest of the world was coming to an economic and social halt. As doors began to close, I became increasingly inspired by the bliss of the spring flowers opening happily around us. I wanted to capture the inspiration before it was gone. Today, I want to give joy to those of you who may have been shut inside their urban home or downtown apartment as the created world rejoiced into color and fragrance.

For those of you who missed spring this year, here is the third and final post in a series of three spring inspired shoots. To see PART I with the whimsical daffodils and accompanying poem I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud, click HERE. To see PART II featuring the romantic cherry blossoms and accompanying poem by Frost, click HERE.

Lines Written in Early Spring

By William Wordsworth

I heard a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature linkThe human soul that through me ran;And much it grieved my heart to thinkWhat man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;And ’tis my faith that every flowerEnjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,Their thoughts I cannot measure:—But the least motion which they madeIt seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,To catch the breezy air;And I must think, do all I can,That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,If such be Nature’s holy plan,Have I not reason to lamentWhat man has made of man?

wearable flowers

Special thanks to Abigail Lewis Photography for partnering with me on this project.