I feel incredibly self-conscious about self-portraits like this one. As though I am staring, unblinkingly into a mirror and inviting everyone else to to take a look at what I see there without any glossing over or prettying up of the subject. There is, at least, the light that has the sensitivity to allow half my face to rest in shadows.
Today the sun was out and the weather was so mild I was tempted to strip down to my t-shirt. There was a cacophony of birdsong to which my son added his excited chirps every time we crossed paths with anybody unfortunate enough to be walking their dog at the time.
With the exception of some crocuses, irises and a few other early bloomers, gardens here still have relatively few flowers, but as I walked through the forest I was enchanted by the lovely salmonberry blossoms whose petals seemed so thin and delicate with the sun back-lighting them, the little daisies with their pink-tipped petals pushed forward like some stylish hipster’s hair and the bright yellow skunkcabbage flowers that I didn’t manage to capture to my satisfaction as I had to slog into the swampy forest with my 30 lb son strapped to my chest so the shot is a bit blurry and on the wrong setting.