Grandma’s Courtyard
It turns out I didn’t miss spring in New York. This opportunity arose when I waited for Grandma and took advantage of her courtyard in bloom. I’ve shot cherry blossoms every which way. You would think that I’ve exhausted the subject. But each and every time you try to get something different.
Under different circumstances dandelions are weeds. For some they are food and others wine. Today it’s another spring flower.
