I’ve been saying for a good while that I only take portraits of living things that I love. It struck me today that I should look at my flowers similarly. I have come to love them and am always learning something new about them. I’m afraid my Dyslexia keeps me from recognizing and remembering all of their names, but I don’t care that much what they are called.

When I look through my viewfinder, I look for the heart and soul of a flower. I use two cameras, the Iphone `3 for close-ups, the Leica for still-live photos like the one above, and for portraits like the one above and still lifes.

It is nice being married to an artist; she leaves her mark everywhere, in the house and on the house. She has even turned the soap dish into a piece of art. I see things that I never saw before. Seeing the world through the lens has also changed me. Jungian psychologist Florida Scon-Max-well wrote that the thought old age was a quiet time. “My seventies were interesting and airline serene,” she wrote, “but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age.”

Me too, I hope. After I post this, I’ll put up a few portraits together. Tonight is a book reading night.  Maybe I’ll crack and watch the last Adam Dangliesh mystery on Amazon. I’m cooking up to Morro Grain to go with a salad for dinner.