All year every year I drive past these steps on the way to town, waiting for the daffodils to come up in March. The photos I print of this place are titled "legacy." People from out our way all know the photo's location though some are too young to remember the sturdy old house that used to sit on the top of the hill.
It is one of the places I can't help photographing all over again. Most years, in fact. But why! Do I keep hoping for a better photo? Or is just a thrill that spring has really come, once again? I know I think about the constant changes taking place in the country -- where we may think nothing happens. I try to see the legacy part of the story.
I took the photos last Monday, on a cloudy morning. Today I'm sharing those shadows of the past and the gift someone gave us years ago by planting those daffodils.
If anyone wants to weigh in on which view speaks the loudest the him or her, if at all, please feel free to do so. 1, 2, 3 or 4. I would be interested! Then here is one last photo that I took this afternoon from the kitchen window while I intended to be working on this blog....Hard to believe it snowed here last night!
|mourning dove on the maple tree|