It’s Spring again, of course, and Fate is back out in her beloved meadows. I sat down to photograph some wildflowers this morning and there was a rustle in the grass ahead of me and out of the green mist came Fate, heading straight for me. She must have smelled me or  heard me working the camera, she appeared like an apparition, and I just hit the trigger. She seemed mystical to me, coming out of the meadow like that.