A Certain Tree

First there was this. It was not very long ago. If I close my eyes, I can remember the day. Thin ice. And the wind. But no snow to cover the branches.

Then there was this.

The same wonderful tree, now wearing its colorful, Spring raiment.

Cortazar in one of the stories in the collection A Certain Lucas talks about wanting a job photographing sunsets, trying to discover and record the most perfect one. I've written before about photographing clouds. But now I think making images of the trees would also be fulfilling. Evidently, I am not alone in this quest.