Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the fabric of my photography, I wish to share the everyday miracles of God's creation. Writing with a blend of curiosity, discovery, and spirituality, I invite the reader-viewer along a trail of words and images; thoughtfully selected and graciously given.
Supple Jewelweed; these tiny trumpets, soft and succulent, lush and luxurious, droplets of orange, inviting bees and hummingbirds into small caves of nectar.
Look. Look at everything placed along your path, before your line of sight, around you, surrounding you. Escape from your home, your work, your car, your phone!
Enter the wild woods and fields. For an hour, leave your touch-screen and touch green leaves.
Feel the minute hairs on the leaf, the serrated edge, the slender petiole connected to the twig of the branch; branching from the trunk that broke through the soil -- (50 years before television), (90 years before internet) --
as a tiny shoot; carrying hope through its vessels, and flowing with faith for the future.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
The perfume of honeysuckle draws me closer to these common blossoms.
The blossoms of the common become uncommon when isolated as individuals, when viewed up close. Here, along the edge of the woods, here, in the understory, below the canopy of trees; here, where there's just enough light for these pure white blossoms to flourish,
I pause to examine the inflorescence -- this poetic word borrowed from Botany -- the unique structural design of the flower's parts, irregular, intricate, interesting, immaculate, incredible, impressive.
This Poet of Botany sees the ordinary as extraordinary; gives this uncommon gift to you.
