I'm looking out the window and it's raining. That's good. Last night I saw one of the first signs of spring — yellow forsythia blooms in Central Park. The farmer' s market out my window is full of daffodils, hyacinths and budding branches. We're not really at spring yet but I can feel the promise. The images here represent the extremes of the season. The photograph of the tree holds today, my oil painting "Spring White" holds the glory and the gingerbread easter bunny house (made with a young friend) holds the kitsch.
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