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Photographs by Erika Flynn

I love the time of year when the lilacs leave thick mats of fallen blossoms on the ground. This spring carpet is a fine luxury. I leave the irises to spend their blooms away. Their stalks and molting brown petals are so enchanting. On the night I took these photos the air was damp and heavy. It was low tide and I could smell the wet seaweed on the beach all the way down the block.

Come, Spring!

"Spring Blooms" by Stepan Kolesnikoff

"When the Wind Blows My Garden" by Jean Cooke

Orange Ya Glad

Ivan de Pineda and Lonneke Engel by Bruce Weber, VERSUS s/s 1996

Kirsten Owen by Mario Sorrenti in "Suburban Outfitters" for W Magazine, July 1998

 Spring is coming, it's almost here! This winter was dark and brutal, like an enchanted sword made out of black ice. Everyone on the island got sick at the same time this year, myself included. Everybody died! (Just kiddin'). Collectively,  everyone seems as excited as I am that the sun is getting stronger and that our bodies aren't laying prone on scraps of carpet in freezing makeshift quarantine tents. (Not really, that didn't happen).