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

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
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