“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
― William Shakespeare,
I love being outside. If I’m not outside it is safe to say that my thoughts are dwelling in a foggier place than I care to admit. When I’m outside and surrounded by nature, I feel overwhelmed with a sense of release and forgiveness. I feel at peace knowing I can have a private moment with my camera and the only ones sharing these moments with me are my deceased loved ones.
I started my photographic interest many years ago. There is not much I can say as to why I halted this interest other than I was a drifting soul whose free spirit may have been too much to handle. Life circumstances and endeavors floated me onto paths I could not have foreseen at the time, but here I am, years later looking back and realizing that everything comes full circle. I am ready to start this bookmarked chapter in my life and hope that I can learn something about myself.
I think flowers are lovely and fancied them even as a child picking out handfuls of gardens which would be gifted to my grandmother. They are beautiful and they have a purpose in a vast ecosystem beyond our immediate comprehension which intrigues me on various levels. This is my purpose. Let it be known that my journey is my own but I feel grateful for being able to share it with anyone who wants to know about it.