I took these photos
a few weeks ago
and have only now had the chance
to share them here.

The season is changing so fast
this time of year!

I am starting to get excited
for Summertime.

I haven’t had enough concentrated time or focus
to work on any sustained projects in the studio lately.
But I’ve been doing
quick,
single-session
self-portraits
which always make me think
of college
(does every professor,
in every studio class
have a self-portrait assignment?).
They are such good practice, though;
that direct observation
and attempt to see past
what I “know”
about my face
can be so refreshing.

A gift.


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I've always considered it
great good luck
to come upon
a trillium.


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My favorite time of day.


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Beach House - Lazuli
(the perfect soundtrack)


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If a year in my life
were translated into a novel,
this part of Springtime
would be detailed by the chapter
In Which I Go On Lots of Evening Walks & Take Too Many Photographs of Flowers.


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When I was younger,
I believed that tulips
were boring flowers.

In retrospect,
I don't know what I was thinking.

Tulips are amazing!

I am continuously delighted
by their
seemingly endless
range of colors
(there is a shade for everyone).
They can be striped,
or marbled
or delicately ombre,
with edges rounded,
spiked,
or ruffled.
Some are petite as a teacup,
others as large as a globe of wine.
Still others
hold surprises within
where veins of blue
or a burst of glowing white
contrast the color of their petals.



Tulips,
I am sorry I ever thought ill of you.


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