IN THE Garden
Street Address
City, State, Zip
Phone Number
Your Custom Text Here
Going into the garden each day, eyes wide open, I can find the smallest miracle in every place I look. Something is coming into bud, flower, fruit, decay, and decline, a succession of events, each equally engaging in their own way. For me, it is a good reminder of beauty, of how fleeting it is, of how nice it is to nod to it, pause, take it in, and allow it to settle inside, quiet and excite me.
My eyes rivet, like a pollinator I dart from here to there, my eyes lighting on one flower to the next, one tasty sip after another. The photographs I make in my garden reflect this heightened attention, attracted to whatever nurtures me in the moment. Witnessing this natural splendor takes my breath away, fills me up, over the top, blown away by what is so present amidst a painterly blur of color and shape.