It’s crazy the colors here this Spring in Portland, Oregon. The blooms are bursting from their buds like they’ve been holding their breath and can’t hold it another minute.
I took all of these shots (minus one) tonight on an early evening walk. There’s no getting my heart rate up with these show stoppers grabbing my attention. Are the colors really more vibrant and demanding of my attention, or is this behavior of a 58 year old???
I was so endeared to them, I named them. Maybe another sign of 58?