In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble.
– Haruki Murakami
There is something intoxicating about spring. It may be cheery daffodils opening up their mouths to drink in the sunlight. It may have something to do with the rich fragrance of blossoming trees, their scent hanging heavy in the warming air. Or it might be the magenta of blossoming magnolia trees, catching you unawares out of periphery, luring you with its pink innocence until you are right there, with nothing but a blush on your face.
Drunk of the color of blooms that are so near my house, I decided their color will not go unnoticed.
Andrea and I met early, when the fog was still lingering in the air. Despite the slight chill and the sparkling dew on the grass getting greener with each day, she took off her shoes and climbed into the star magnolia. All the while I posed, directed, smiled and laughed along with her as we both experienced the joy of creating in a beautiful place.
Inhaling the sweet aroma of the blossoms, enveloped by the fog that refused to leave, we captured something fleeting. A moment that only comes around for a few days each spring, when trees come to dance in the streets of Seattle wearing their finest pink gowns.
There are only a few moments left until the ball ends and the clock strikes midnight. So if you’re wanting to capture your portraits against the backdrop of blooming trees, I have a few spots open this week to make it happen.
Get in touch with me here and book a spot before the blooms are gone for the year.