NATURE PHOTOGRAPHY

Pink Magnificence

The first blossoms of the season

I actually don’t like the color. Pink. I don’t like what society made of the color. How girls have to like pink. They don’t just have to love the color and own everything in pink but they have to be pink. Girls are pink. That’s what they sell us.

Not with me.

I fell in love with the color yellow when I was 14. To my mom’s fear, I started buying clothes in no other color than yellow. Not that she disliked yellow but she was sure I’d have a different favorite color a year later and wouldn’t want to wear those clothes anymore.

15 years later.

Yellow is still my favorite color.

I am yellow. That much, my friends will send me pictures of yellow clothes they see in the store, a yellow flower or anything yellow. Because it reminds them of me.

But this post isn’t about anything yellow.

For once, pink is what caught my attention. Or is it rose?

I am one of those women who can’t tell the difference between two different shades of red. For me, cherry is a fruit and merlot is a wine. Don’t describe colors with objects.

I know yellow, red, and blue. And maybe the mixtures of those three primary colors. That’s it. Together with black and white, I can describe everything without the need for words like Tiffany, Royal, or Baby to describe a plain blue shirt.

So here I am.

It’s springtime in Germany. The sun is shining for weeks with no end and trees are shooting their buds in the sky. A sea of pink pompousness is shining from the otherwise barren branches.

I walked past these blossoming trees three days in a row before I finally stopped to capture them.

I couldn’t resist anymore.

Yes, they are not yellow but they are still beautiful.

I guess some of these are cherry blossoms. Wild cherries and/ or sour cherry trees I would say.

In our garden, you will only find one tree that isn’t bearing any edible fruits. The only reason why this specific tree is tolerated — well just look at these blossoms…

My mom would have cut the tree a long time ago because she has no soft spot for flowers. She doesn’t see beauty in anything that is blooming. But my dad loves the flowers and so do all our visitors.

Another blurry shot of some blossoms I captured on my way home.

Yes, this was a very pinky article. But these blossoms were just too beautiful not to be shared.

“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.” — Lady Bird Johnson

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