Yellow with envy

Spring has sprung. So said the daffodil. And that's what I thought too this past Saturday when the sun made an appearance. The Northwest's never-ending winters invariably drag on while we, the sun loving photographers sit and wait idly, patiently, for the day when we can finally pop our tripod feet in the sand and capture a backlit burgundy sky over the sea. Or hike up to catch a fleeting glint of sunlight trickling through a shaded wood deep in the backcountry. These days are coming for sure but when we do not know. For now we'll have to settle for a fleeting sunbreak.

Still the daffodil says spring is here. She's proof of one thing: you can't always trust a pretty face.