Spark

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
~Jack Kerouac



My weeping cherry. I photographed it (almost) everyday it was in bloom This was one of the last photos I took, as the petals were fleeing their buds and flinging themselves freely, madly though the air in front of my house. The light in the back is the sun, burning steady and orange and bright, but still cool in the spring air. It's my favorite time of year when the cherry tree blossoms. And today, though the blossoms have gone and green leaves have taken their place in the tree's heirarchy, I still love that tree. It represents fresh, welcome, and much needed change, warmer air, and longer days. Though the tree looks like it's on it's last old legs, especially in the winter when it is cold and lonely and naked, I love it. It makes me happy. And I trust every year it will come back with it's beautiful little blossoms.

So anyway, just to add more stuff to this random post I thought I'd share the little movie below. I love it.

exactly from mccabe russell on Vimeo.