When I woke up the other morning I could tell something was different. Ah yes, then I remembered, I was one year older
Being born on “the first day of spring” (March 20th) definitely has it’s associated seasonal-emotion based baggage. Still, I guess it’s also probably the reason why I love flowers, vivid colour, and warm weather so much. Either that, or I just wasn’t ready to pop out before the very last day of winter was finally gone. Spring actually arrives very early here on the southern tip of Vancouver Island and usually by late February we are already experiencing a growing mass of new blooms in the local neighbourhood gardens and parks.

An art teacher I know hurt my feelings a few months ago, declaring to her class that photographers become photographers because they can’t paint or draw. Now I’ve heard similar comments before about DJs becoming DJs because they can’t play an instrument or sing, and I guess there is probably a certain amount of truth in it.