Do you remember what the season’s smelled like at the house you grew up in? It’s amazing when you stumble upon that scent again on a sunny afternoon in mid march.
I just got back from a trip to NY (the reason for which I will explain in another post when I am less excited about the photos I’m posting on here). On this trip I got to spend a few wonderful hours with my sister’s family in the backyard of our old house, where she now lives with her husband and three young kids. I made a promise to myself recently to just take more pictures and not worry about if they are all going to be amazingly lit or perfectly composed before I even pick up the camera. I even put the camera on “not manual” which took some doing for me. I never really liked letting control of things go to the camera, even if it is really good at it. But there I was in the backyard with kids running around and their were faces in direct sun and then shade every 3 seconds as they ran around me in circles… so aperture priority it was.
Central New York can be very unpredictable in March, and this sunny 60 degree day was proof. The ground had just thawed and only a few patches of snow remained where the ground had been shaded by the neighboring trees, but even those were melting quickly, adding to the squishiness of the ground. My sister’s kids are adorable, and these images feel like they could’ve been from an era before she and I (not much older than Eliot and Ada are now) had ever wandered the backyard on our first spring-like day in that new house.