
After a few rainy weekends in a row, we finally have a chance to enjoy warmer temperatures and some sunshine! The sky is blue, the grass is green, and colors are popping up everywhere. Yes, it’s true — Connecticut is finally blooming!
This weekend Mike and I made our annual journey to Laurel Ridge Foundation in Litchfield. In 1941, Virginia and Rémy Morosani planted a field of daffodils at Laurel Ridge ”for all to enjoy.” Over the years, the daffodils have spread and it is really a wonderful place to visit, whether you are there for photography, a springtime walk, or just to get lost in thought.
Turning onto Wigwam Road makes me giddy with anticipation. Every year we drive down the narrow road, wondering whether the daffodils are peaking. It’s tricky to predict the timing, as daffodil conditions seem to be extremely localized. It’s so breathtaking to suddenly look to the left and see such an immense field of daffodils just waiting to be photographed. I love the magical moment of realization that it is their peak!
Yesterday was the day!
The lighting was perfect, too. When we first arrived, the sun was behind the clouds creating very even lighting. It was very early so there were only 2 other cars there. I immediately ran thru the field to get my landscape shots before more visitors arrived.
As we wandered through the field, the sun decided to peek out from behind the clouds. The light became very dynamic, changing constantly. There were times of beautiful, strong light and times of perfectly even light. Great conditions for photography! Shadows add dimension to some photos but can ruin others. Yesterday’s lighting (and a good reflector) allowed each photo to be taken with the most appropriate light.
What an awesome way to spend a morning! Want to experience it yourself, at least on screen? The majority of the daffodil photos on my website were taken at Laurel Ridge.
There is not much explanation of the history behind Laurel Ridge, but there is a William Wordsworth poem etched in stone:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze…
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
My heart was certainly dancing with the daffodils yesterday. I hope my photography can give you a small sense of that feeling.