After every storm, I find there’s a gift left for me in the blue birdbath. This time it was a pink flower I never saw before blown off of a nearby stem. Sometimes I think there’s a garden elf named Maria who leaves these gifts in the birdbath for me, but she denies it and looks innocent.

I never quite imagined the color impact of the blue ceramic birdbath, I just thought it would look like in the garden. But there is a secret voice in the head of every photographer whispering “color, color…”