I carry your heart

I took some pictures this morning . . . this typical spring morning. And by that I mean that it finally feels like spring SHOULD feel. It’s a chilly, damp day here in Maryland, but I’m not letting the chill get me down. I’m not, because the earth is turning green, and the leaves on the trees are bursting forth.

One thing I’d like to note is that this post marks the first time that I’ve shared images taken on the camera’s full manual mode. When I first began blogging back in 2007, and for several years after, I primarily used the auto dial. I have no shame in admitting this fact because you can get some awesome images  using the auto dial. But I always wanted to learn more. So eventually, I went to P mode (Priority), then crept up to the A mode (Aperture), and now I’m proud to say that I took a big gulp and advanced to M.

My friend, Reena, gave me the final nudge.

 

The violets are blooming and they’re all over the yard. And I’m totally crushing on the dreamy manor house bokeh here. It was exactly what I was trying to achieve as I laid on the ground and adjusted my aperture dial.

 

Another shot from where I was laying.

I carry a mat with me when I plan on shooting from the ground. It keeps my jeans and my jacket clean.

 

The azaleas are about to burst forth.

 

I found these two hiding at the back of the bush.

 

 

"The March wind roars
Like a lion in the sky,
And makes us shiver
As he passes by.
When winds are soft,
And the days are warm and clear,
Just like a gentle lamb,
Then spring is here."
-  Author Unknown

 

I have a thing for border collie bokeh.

 

 

All of today’s images were processed using Florabella’s Tea Time, from the Luxe II Collection. It’s a dreamy, soft action that I felt was just right for the mood.

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“Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on. `I do,' Alice hastily replied; `at least - at least I mean what I say - that's the same thing, you know.'”
- Lewis Carroll

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Here is the deepest secret no one knows.

Here is the root of the root . . . and the bud of the bud . . . and the sky of the sky of a tree called life . . . which grows higher than the soul can hope . . . or mind can hide. It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.

I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.

- e.e. cummings

 

 

I hope you have a beautiful weekend, my friends. And I thank you for stopping by my small corner of the universe here.

Cheers ~