Shot yesterday afternoon while waiting for the ferry, this image is quintessential Bainbridge Island in Springtime. In the foreground, the deadly scotch broom, the plant we all love to hate, is just beginning to bloom as we watch beginning sailors in an after-school class; behind them, the deciduous trees, just beginning to leaf out, glow greenly against the overwhelming mass of evergreens...
It's a perfect example of that curious tendency life has: it just... goes on... even when your own individual life is in complete turmoil. Every year, spring comes again, a new patch of scotch broom pops up just when you think you've eradicated it, a new crop of students learn to sail, and the trees that looked so dead for so many months suddenly sprout their tiny light green leaves again.
The big picture is so much larger than our own comings and goings, our own triumphs and tragedies, our own trials and tribulations. Some days it's great to be reminded of that...
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