Spring frost
The spring hues are once again painting the ground of the earth.
I went to visit the flower fields in Lisse, Netherlands, just a few days before I came to my hometown Aveiro, in Portugal, where I will stay for some time. The sun had just woken up and there was a layer of frost over the tulips. In another field where daffodils and hyacinths predominated the ice was starting to melt while little sunbeams kissed the meadow. These are some of the photographs I captured, a different register from the flower fields.
“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.”