Seems - every year - they’re the same faces.
They’re not.
And - every year - at just this time…I think.
This season…this moment - is my favorite.
It’s not.
There is no one favorite.
Each has its own gifts.
Each is all so very very good.
Composed
Simple lines.
Irregular rectangles.
Squares within a single square.
How - I wondered - might I transform these ordinary shapes into balanced composition?
Twins
Along with the crocuses and daffodils blooming….
Along with the last of the winter’s snow melting…
I now have the privilege of looking forward to spring’s most precious gifts….
Twins.