I find myself talking to flowers when photographing them, but not in words or feelings.

When I borrow from them and struggle to capture their inner selves, I sometimes get feelings from them—love, anxiety, happiness, hope, sadness, curiosity, and warmth.

I feel them in my heart; I hit the shutter and take pictures when I think of them. I loved taking these photos in the heat; they made me sing. We found a lonely bird on the ground beneath the big maple tree. I thought it needed to be with flowers. All part of nature, they belonged together.

Maybe they will speak to you; I hope so for you. I’m signing off after this. I’ll see you in the morning. There is a heat warning until the afternoon. I’ll get to the food pantry for weekly photos of the truck arriving.

 

Dancing

I thought the lonely empty nest wanted company; it belonged with the flowers. They adopted the next and comforted it.

The heart of a flower, beating.

Strength, reaching for dreams.

The sunflower brags about the sun.

I heard music when I got close.

Hope all the way.

 

The nest found a home.