The winter days, although short, seem long. The winter weeks, although long, seem short. The shadows show up earlier and are longer on my dining room table. And although I spent the week taking beautiful photos of beautiful faces in my community, the flowers begged to have their portrait too. They showed up unexpectedly at my door this week, and like most unexpected things in life……they are most beautiful and most needed. I miss the smell of nature in the winter. The smell of grass. And so I spend a little bit more time behind the lens and with the petals. While I love the smell of fresh snow. The smell of a rose petal lingers longer in my memory.
