A Baby Boomer's musings on art, family history, reading and finding a little beauty each day.
Friday, April 28, 2017
Spring at Oak Hill
I was out photographing stones at Oak Hill, and noticed this tree in full blossom, near one of the more impressive obelisks. I snapped this picture, even though I would have preferred a blue sky. Looking now, I like the limited palette of the image, very little color except the green of the grass and new leaves. Life, returning, as it does each spring.