Spring In Hand

With Winter's demise comes her child Spring. Unlike her mother, Spring is a gay and joyous child. She rebels, she empathizes, she comprehends. There is a time after the death of the matron and the coronation of the child, and that time is upon us now, here in the lower north. This time heralds rains, the shedding of coats, slush and mud. Take heart, however, as with each passing week the new ruler experiences more, and the days blend together. Before long Spring will be in full bloom.

First in a line of photographs taken along Ashbridge Bay and Toronto's beaches area.
i. Spring In Hand
ii. Reaching Past The Horizon
iii. The Interior Meltdown

To use an old cliche:
Spring is in the air!