The scent of jasmine.

As intoxicating as a lovers embrace. As that  first glance, as the first kiss.  I spend Easter Sunday afternoon outside, bathed in soft grey light, enveloped in this scent. It drifts like a dream from the vine blooming at the front of my house. I photograph tulip buds  in my yard. Their shapes are surprisingly sensual. The  whole experience leaves me turned on beyond belief.

Ahh spring…

 

 

 

 

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