I was told that my first spoken word was flower.
I begin each day with curiosity as I visit the flowers in my studio. I notice the overnight changes and begin a quiet focused contemplation before and during photographing. The process is pure pleasure. They have made subtle shifts. Some still have vibrant vivid color, others retaining their sensuous curves and softness. Lyrical thoughts and feelings of strength and eros cross my mind. Still others are beginning to look frail, a thinning like tissue paper.
The flowers and I share an unspoken dialogue, one which brings me to a place of deeper knowing about time passing and the grace of transition.
This continuous movement of all things living and changing fills me once again with the wonder of life’s journey.
“Anemones 1”
“Anemones 2”
“Anemones 3”
“Rose 1”
“Rose 2”
“Magnolia 1”
“Magnolia 2”
“Poppies ”
“Yellow Tulip”
