Every year, I watch across the field in anticipation for the first and one of the most voluminous blooms of Spring - the Forsythia. At first, I was inspired by a glorious cover for Maine Magazine by Cig Harvey. Our neighbors across the street are always so generous to let us trespass for some photography. This has become quite a tradition for me, beginning three years ago. Winters in Maine are so long, that the arrival of the wispy yellow blooms heralds the new season here, though not a few days later after taking the forsythia portraits this year, it snowed - one last time. (P.S. I didn't even plan it that my son wore the same shirt two years in a row. I do like the continuity it lends.) note: The images below are a combination of film + digital.
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