Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The miracle of spring... again.


It happens every year. The miracle of brilliant color.


Bold, bright, primary color.


Bold enough that even the reflections are stunning.


And it happens right in my own backyard.




If I didn't know better, I'd think this was Holland, not my own neighborhood.
This is a miracle that stuns me every spring.






You should come see it with your own eyes.


Skagit Valley in the spring.
Pure magic.


Even the mud puddles are gorgeous.