The light in the garden
A green-thumb salute to you from Creative Headquarters, where we enjoy rose petals for breakfast. We've been digging around in the fertile soils illuminated by composted experiences from days of yore. This week we open our windows to woft in the nostalgia of flower beds past...
In a summer long ago and far away (on a strawberry farm, no doubt), I found myself in the most enchanting flower garden. Luckily, I took a picture to make it last longer. In those moments, there was nothing but the sounds of the wind rustling petals, the bizzy buzzing of bees pollinating the nearby berry fields, and my shutter clicking endlessly in a whirlwind of film flying through my SLR.
As a budding photog, I loved how flowers didn't move much (O'Keefe shared similar sentiments to explain the artful mastery of botanical subjects). And of course they smelled wonderful, and when the sunlight caught them just right, their cells glistened. Visiting those blooms after a summer rain was mesmerizing. Every one of those auspicious moments is still blooming in vivacious clarity.
