Quite
a few of my photo projects stay aside, year after year. Spring ones
in particular - there are so many things to be done, urgently, now
or you are late. And it is not only the time, it’s my physical
exhaustion also; on many instances I just don’t have enough power
and will to run ones more uphill to grab the camera when I spot a
scene. Must be something related to my age: my eye doctor said my
main problem is that I live at times when every snotty boy is sixty
years of age.
Well,
one of the unrealized spring projects is young leaves. I’ve
realized I’m doing injustice to nature being preoccupied with
flowers. When buds open, young leaves in a way match flowers by
color and shape. Yes, flowers are symbol of beauty but young leaves
are symbol of life, life itself.