I can’t remember a time I’ve felt so embraced by spring.Real...

I can’t remember a time I’ve felt so embraced by spring.
Real warmth hasn’t settled in yet, but the trees get greener by the day, and I can’t
believe the colors of the tulips. Purple so dark it’s almost black, magenta,
gold, swirls of fuchsia and white, a red that seems to define the very color.
They’re the most generous looking flower. Full cups wide open.

This weekend on a beach, all sorts of sea detritus littered
the shore: fish heads with eyes plucked out by hungry gulls, a dead skate, the
large hard shells of horseshoe crabs, some sort of shining pile of jellyfish.
The bleached seaweed in my hands felt like one of the softest and most delicate
things I’ve touched.

Sometimes pictures say it better. To that end, my tumblr pals, I’m on Instagram. If you want, join me
there as well. Pics from my small life – seaweed, rafters, decks, work, home,
and faces sometimes.