A Springtime Stroll

As the days slowly warm up and the sun starts to show itself more frequently around here, I've been itching to get out of the office and enjoy the sites of nature I've forgotten about during the winter months.  This past Friday a fellow photographer and I took advantage of a particularly warm day and made our way out towards Tully to wander around Labrador Hollow. I set out with my camera, but I had no specific image in mind to create. I wanted to use the opportunity to just enjoy being outdoors and to work on looking more closely and deliberately at things before snapping a photo.  

As we drove out to our destination, we spotted some furry animals (Muskox?) lounging around in their pasture.  We pulled over on the side of the road and took a few moments to get up close and personal with these guys.  To often I drive past something interesting thinking to myself that I should pull over and photograph it, but by the time the thought finishes in my head I'm already long past it.  This time though, we had the afternoon to ourselves, so we turned around and went back. 

After our brief detour, we made our way out to our original destination.  While wandering around Labrador Hollow, I used both my normal camera and phone camera to take advantage of the beautiful sights that surrounded me (can you guess which photos came from which camera?!). It was a calm, serene, and refreshing adventure after this winter we've suffered through.

And so, I leave you with these photographs and a little poem about spring.  Enjoy :)


"If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze


that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house


and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,


a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies


seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking


a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,


releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage


so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting


into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day."

~Billy Collins