“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” – Henri Matisse. 


No weed is too ordinary, and in my garden wild plants live happily alongside their cultivated cousins.

If you look closely at the forest floor in a snowless winter morning, the decaying leaves may reveal subtle beauty that rivals petals in bloom.

In this series I seek to capture the joy of discovering floral details through different seasons, whether blossoming or withering.

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