I’ve never been one to care for flowers or nature a whole lot. Except the ocean, of course. Always the ocean. This year is different. Flowers on my table feel like home, like filling my space with beautiful things. And somehow I now find myself carrying my camera around because all the flowers. Maybe because of the winter we’ve had. Maybe because life moves so fast and through the camera, it all stops. Just for a moment. Just enough.
Flowers feel like some kind of poetry. Some kind of begin again. I’m all in for the begin again. Some kind of beautiful things. Some kind of practice. I like that. I like that so much.