Blossom to Impossible Blossom

I had to send my go-to lens to the doctor this week. I decided that maybe I should make friends again with my 50mm lens. Guess what? We got along great. I took it for a walk, and we agreed that since blossoms are abound, that we should really celebrate them.

This poem fragment from Li-Young Lee pretty much sums up our adventure;

There are days we live

as if death were nowhere

in the background; from joy

to joy to joy, from wing to wing,

from blossom to blossom to

impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.