One never knows when an amazing gift will come your way.
A dozen roses showed up on my doorstep this week. These weren't your garden variety roses, but deep persimmon roses. They were beautiful and they knew it. Not only were these roses dazzling, they screamed Spring, calling me into action.
With the morning sunlight casting a radiant glow on these perfect posies, I reached for my camera, and clicked and clicked away.
I immediately went into the Georgia O'Keeffe mode, seeing the sensual abstractions that revealed themselves, tucked deep within their layered folds, as water droplets clung to their fleshy surface.
When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not."
This is why I love photography, discovering the hidden form and beauty in the everyday. The scent and sensuality of flowers is nothing to sneeze at.
I hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move."
Live in color,
An image alone sometimes feels insufficient, that’s where Musings come in. A space where words and images come together to tell the story.
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