A couple of weeks ago, I went for a run, and discovered that bluebells were blooming in one of the nearby woods. I went back a couple of days later to photograph them.
Since then, I’ve been walking in the woods nearly every day, and stop to take photographs every time, even though I tell myself it’s pointless. I’ve already photographed them. Surely there’s nothing new there? But I can’t help myself. They’re so pretty!
En masse, they create an etherial, misty-looking layer of blue-gray-purple that hovers over the forest floor, and add a delicate, hyacinth-but-not smell to the air. It’s quite an enchanting effect.
I suspect that I could photograph them every day for a year and still not be bored. Alas, that is not the way of flowers. They have a season, and then they fade. So, I’ll run out of bluebells before I run out of the desire to photograph them. In the mean time, I’ll keep at it.