A Photographer's Journal

For the most part, flowers strike me as happily receptive.  They are open to the universe and ready to meet the day regardless of what it brings.  I do get that carpe diem is advice that most of us need from time to time.  But you have to admit that it is a stressful and aggressive way to exist.  “Seize” is not a relaxing word. What about simply meeting the day, being completely receptive to it?  “Meet the day” has more appeal to me.  It’s so Zen, so without stress or expecta

It is Easter Weekend and here in Florida it is the peak of “the season”.  That is the term for the perfect storm that happens when all of the winter residents are, indeed, in residence and when most of the other folks who live north of the Mason-Dixon Line, and who are bone-tired of winter, boogie south just as far as their vehicles will carry them. I have been out and about today, preparing for an Easter Sunday entertaining family and friends, and predictably found myself in

One of the modern markers of spring, most anywhere, is the appearance of waves and waves of flowers at one’s local garden center.  They are breath-taking, and they stir in me a yen to get outside and dig.  One clear bright morning this week, after a soaking rain, I stopped into my local store just to whet my appetite – I couldn’t help myself – and was handsomely rewarded.  Dazzling pinks, luscious oranges, creamy whites, sunny yellows, all fresh and dewy in that morning light