Maybe it’s the color, the light, and the praise; I am addicted to rushing outside in the morning light and taking pictures of my flowers. (These are the new begonias, a rescue annual).

Perhaps it’s all the thanks, and praise I’m receiving that can turn one’s head. The nasties are speechless.

I have a lot of things to do and write about; I can’t just take photos of flowers; I’m getting backed up with ideas. But I am sure having a good time bringing color and light to myself and others.

I think it’s a valuable thing to do.

I love my life, but I can’t remember enjoying any single thing more than this. There’s the photography, the farm, the blog, the messages, and the color and light.

(The photo above is my new rescue Begonias.)

Climate change is devastating and urgent, yet all this sun has fed our solar panels and left us with an $oo electricity bill for three months. And the morning light is a photographer’s dream, even as it is warming the earth and destroying lives and businesses.

It’s selfish to even think this way, but these things did occur to me. I guess there is beauty everywhere if one looks for it.

Every morning I go out thinking there are no more different photos to take, and I start licking away with two cameras – the Leica 2 on most days, the Iphone 13 every day.

But I see the flowers change daily in relation to their growth and the changing light; the sun changes its position around the earth (or we change ours) every day.

This morning, after I write this, I’m looking for some beautiful annual plants that haven’t been sold and need a home. They are being sharply discounted, and some are free. I have a few holes in my garden. I want to fill them.

Then I’ll finish an essay I’ve been working on for days about Hatred as Hell. Then I’ll go food shopping. Then I’ll cook dinner – fresh lump crab meat with cous cous.

This nasturtium is just one day old – it wasn’t there yesterday. It is pure and glowing.