this was a frustrating one. the original branch of proto-blossoms was so beautiful, and complex, and subtle, that i thought i wanted to fit the whole thing into the frame. but then it just looked like a branch, once it had been translated int 2D. so i cropped in closer, and the buds came into more focus, but i had lost the great sweep of the branch as a whole, and it was neither about the blossoms, nor about the branch. so i came in really close, and the buds were sort of palmed in a fascinating way by the green fingers of their calices, but then it felt like any other close-up still blog photo. so i pulled out a little farther and took this photo, which captures the little jesters caps of the blossoms well enough, and hints at the beauty and abundance of the branch as a whole, but is, in the end, a compromise not a celebration. and then i ran out of light. so you get this story, instead of the photo i had in my head when i first clipped this branch from a crabapple tree that will soon explode with thousands of silent white detonations.

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crab apple buds

rice creek trail, shoreview, minnesota