Most days my one connection with beauty and creativity is looking at flowers and sometimes taking pictures of them. I walk around Slabtown on my breaks and see a lot of wonderful things.
I think I long for this process to compensate for the chilling absence of any plant life in my home. It’s a rather bleak landscape for the daughter of a nursery-woman.
But alas, my rather inventive/bored/eccentric cat likes to eat them to stubs, block his intestines, and rack up epic vet bills. Also, I have no yard.
And this botanical emptiness in my life has led me to the only real solace I can find; taking thousands of pictures of plants.
Because how else am I going to present the endless flood of flower pics I take?