Our back yard is filled with violets. We endure long grass and tall weeds so we can experience the violet hue for as long as possible. I photograph their beauty by tiptoeing among their impromptu spring get-together. I want to capture their essence… their fragility: the violet that bleeds into white seamlessly, the violet that stands so brightly against its green and brown background, their thin, weak stems leaning forward with the weight of five lace veined petals.
Daily I’m trying to see the beauty… not focus on the weeds… and see everything as part of a majestic whole.