April 4th. My 51 birthday.
Closing another year, my best one yet. The year I found a new path to me. Through the lens.
The best place to photograph today, in our garden. With the scent of childhood lilacs in my mind, I photograph the Wisteria and Brunflesia - both filling the air with their sweet fragrance. And I can remember the lilacs (that will never grow in my too sunny, too hot garden) with longing, but also with a smile. As this is a good day. A day filled with hope and anticipation for the next year, and all the good things it will bring.
If hope has a scent, it would definitely smell like spring.
Memories of childhood lilacs by Amy Kanka Valadarsky