I've always thought that the time of bud break was one of the more beautiful times of the year, when the forested hills took on the faint glow of green, red, pink, white, and orange. Perhaps not as spectacular as the show autumn puts on, but a close second in my book.
Much like in the fall, the conflict of warm vs. cold creates days of intermittent sun and rain (or snow) accompanied with wind and the dark dramatic background of the clouds when the sun pops out. These are usually the best days to see or even photograph a rainbow and I was lucky enough to do so on one such day this spring.
One of the highlights of the change of seasons, and a sure sign that spring is indeed here for good, is the arrival of our migrant birds. From robins to tanagers, they arrive sporting just about every color you can imagine. One of my favorite places to view and photograph warblers is the Quehanna Wild Area in north central PA and just about every variety seems to pass through at one time or another.
For me there is an air of uncertainty about the coming seasons as some of the things I enjoy the most have more than likely changed forever. As the saying goes, nothing good ever lasts. We move on, adapt, and find our way I suppose. The photo below, while I wasn't thinking it when I took it, has proven to be very ominous. Perhaps the scarred remains of something that once brought so much light...