The Hope and Color of Springtime

Spring is about to spring forth, and with it, color. Photographers across the northern hemisphere will pull their cameras out, charge their batteries, format their storage media, and generally “suit up” for the coming weeks.

It’s a time of brown grass turning green, flowers and trees blooming, outdoor gatherings that include Easter and Ada’s excellent street party, “Cruisin’ Main.”

Part of my narrative goal when I make pictures like this is to bring the viewer into the brightness and clarity of moments like this, on a cold March evening at sunset.
Part of my narrative goal when I make pictures like this is to bring the viewer into the brightness and clarity of moments like this, on a cold March evening at sunset.

The narratives I build  in a lot of my springtime photography (aside from the images I make for the newspaper) hit hard on the idea that springtime is fragile yet hopeful, and colorful yet subtle.

I walk my dog Summer every day all year long, but most evenings in the spring, I will have a camera. As we make our way around the patch, I watch as my redbud, peach, and cherry trees bloom, and try to capture that these structures are delicate. They almost tremble in the north breeze as they wait for bees and butterflies to arrive, and I admire the the hope they bring.

Some of shapes and colors of the transformation from winter into spring can be quite amazing. I would encourage you to keep your eye on the iris and tulips, butterflies and bumble bees, and watch for all the things that can bring the narrative of hope and color to your photography.

I love the way peach blossoms look just at sunset on a chilly early spring day.
I love the way peach blossoms look just at sunset on a chilly early spring day.