Dear March


I experimented with my camera this weekend. I'm trying to get really familiar with manual mode as I want to upgrade to a DSLR, but I want to make sure I can actually take good photos, as it doesn't matter how fancy your camera is if your composition is crap! Anyway, here's a poem for March, because why not eh!

Home02 Home05 Home04 Home03Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat- You must have walked- How out of breath you are! Dear March, how are you? And the rest? Did you leave Nature well? Oh, March, come right upstairs with me, I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the bird's; The maples never knew That you were coming,-I declare, How red their faces grew! But, March, forgive me- And all those hills You left for me to hue; There was no purple suitable, You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April! Lock the door! I will not be pursued! He stayed away a year, to call When I am occupied. But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come, That blame is just as dear as praise and praises mere as blame.

Emily Dickinson.

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