
When a beloved man dies, flowers are sent to soften the blow. The multitude of colors, the pleasant smells…they don’t necessarily help ease the pain, but at least they make that pain a little prettier. Continue reading Funeral Flowers

When a beloved man dies, flowers are sent to soften the blow. The multitude of colors, the pleasant smells…they don’t necessarily help ease the pain, but at least they make that pain a little prettier. Continue reading Funeral Flowers
Thank you for that analogy, Ralph Waldo Emerson, it does indeed.

Well here we are again, with enough flower photos from a trip to make an entire phlog post out of them. Continue reading The Earth laughs in flowers
I remember being a little girl and digging holes in the dirt for my mom to then place a flower in it before I pushed and patted the earth over petunias, impatiens, geraniums…memories I really treasure.
Flowers, and especially hydrangeas, remind me of my mother. They were my first subjects when I became interested in photography.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I really love flowers and have since the beginning.
I used to walk all over our property looking for photos…it felt good to do that again! Continue reading Home, part two