Wandering the Botanical Gardens :: Volume IV

Another shot from my last trip to the botanical gardens. When I shot this, summer was just beginning. I guess it’s almost time to head back to the gardens and see what the end has to show. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly these days pass.

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Wandering the Botanical Gardens :: Volume I

Wandering the Botanical Gardens :: Volume II

Wandering the Botanical Gardens :: Volume III

Wandering the Botanical Gardens :: Volume II

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Lately I’ve taken to venturing out on photo-walks whenever I need to clear my head. And so, the other day, I found myself back at the Botanical Gardens. The vast array of new blooms kept me sufficiently enthralled for a few hours; the perfect distraction.

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Wandering the Botanical Gardens :: Volume I

One year in…

Last week was my one-year anniversary of starting this blog. It’s been an interesting and fulfilling project. I’m still struggling with trying to find my voice and direction but I’m enjoying the journey. Mostly because, by having the blog, I have a reason to go out and photograph random things. And who knows where these random outings may lead?

This anniversary also happens to coincide with some big changes in my life. I am finally working solely for myself! This (hopefully!) means I will have more time to devote to my various projects and passions. Many of which I hope to share with you all here. So stay tuned as I catch up on some past travel pieces, delve further into food photography and continue to explore.

Thank you to all who enjoy and support my photography, it means the world to me.

Oh…and just because… here’s a shot from one of my wanderings that I’ve yet to post.

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Wandering the Botanical Gardens

Last week I rediscovered the local botanical gardens. I set off on a cloudy, dew-filled morning, hoping to take advantage of the soft light, but as soon as I arrived the sun came out in full force. Undeterred, I found this beautiful flowering bush, tucked away in the shade, and proceeded to examine it from every angle. I couldn’t get enough of the bright little yellow and red flowers. I just wish I had taken the time to read the name tag labeling it so I could find it again. Guess I’ll just have to go back.

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Happy Birthday Dad

My father died when I was just 11 months old. Today would have been his 62nd birthday.

It’s an odd kind of sadness to miss someone you’ve never known. That is not to say that I ever missed having a father in my life. On the contrary, I grew up with a wonderful dad. My mom’s second husband adopted me when I was 5 and had been a true father to me ever since. But that will never negate the desire to know my first father and the lingering questions of What If.

He loved daffodils, and perhaps due to an innate preference or my constant quest to find him in myself, they also happen to be my favorite flower.

Happy Birthday Dad. I love you, always.

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