The country park and river walk out beyond town is thick with the bold and blazen blossom of the hawthorn just now. The strong sweet scent pervades the atmosphere and though the hawthorn in itself is silent, the blackbird loves to sing from within its cover. and if I walk out early enough - thus avoiding any unwelcome intrusion to these delights - each of these senses transport me into the present moment, in a gift.
I don't know why, but I always think of a bridal spray when I see the May blossom and this year it seems exceptional. Beautiful capture, focus and light.
