On a brisk Sunday in March of 2011, my husband suggested we head out on a day trip to take some pictures. The white blanket of snow was finally gone. It had been a long, harsh winter and we were anxious to get outside and shoot the first signs of spring.The branches were still bare and the landscape had not yet turned green. It was a cloudy day and everything looked dull brown. We returned home with some photographs of local landscapes, later slated for deletion. I was regretting that I hadn't stayed home to do yard work. There were leaves to be raked, brush to be cleaned,dead stalks to be removed,...