Living in San Diego for several years, the lack of varied weather abated my memory of seasonal change. I had truly forgotten the beauty that is Spring; an emergence of life from the dead of Winter, to the radiance of the Summer Solstice. Plants and trees in frigid dream catching the warmth of lengthening days.
"To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." -Santayana
I set out to capture these blossoms and blooms set against the passing clouds and great blue sky. The series was created in four batches, with each becoming more complex to reflect the growing abundance of life, as Spring's procession filled the earth with sound and light. Unlike my previous "Meditations" series, where the intent was to capture the spirit and essence of a location, such as the feeling brought by lying on the Rooftop of il Duomo di Milano, or gazing out across the Rolling Dunes of Death Valley, this series is focused on the feelings brought about by the aesthetics of Spring.
Batch 1 was simple enough, using a singular image, I aimed to capture those first moments of budding life. With Batch 2 I took a similar approach, but instead I used two images that paired with each other to become one. Batch 3 became a bit more complex with the use of three images, the third image being used to create more color and depth. Moving onto Batch 4, I was unsure how to progress the series, but a short reprive to a waterfall helped flood my mind with a torrent of ideas. I created the fourth batch in two parts, the first mimicking the design style for Batch 3, the other capturing an object of Spring.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. -Charles Dickens
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. -William Shakespeare
Another May new buds and flowers shall bring: Ah! why has happiness no second Spring? -Charlotte Smith
In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them. -Aldo Leopold