You wandered through every city. Down every alley. You made your way on buses and taxis, boats and trains. Until one day, there was a kind of a clarity and you realized that all you had ever wanted, was home.
Photographed near Pike Place Market, Seattle, Washington.
There was no way I could have imagined how full, how rich, the day would become.
Flowers photographed at the Ohme Gardens Food and Wine Gala, July, 2012.
The storm was coming, I could feel it. And yet I held tight, refused to let the winds knock me down, refused to be anything but what I am. Firm-footed, on solid ground.
Photographed in the North Mountains Preserve, Phoenix, Arizona
There was no need to stop and smell the roses. I was aware of them everywhere, their spring perfume filling the house, the dew on their petals reminding me of new beginnings.
Roses from my front yard, photographed on my kitchen table.
I let my heart spin free and wild and in that moment, I knew happiness.
The wine tasted cool – clean – the way you’d imagine the breeze would on a summer day, the clothes drying on the line, the sun shining all around.
Viognier wine, photographed in my kitchen, June 2012.
Catalog I don’t need – with clothing I can’t afford – arrives – I toss it in the garbage. On a second thought, I retrieve it, take a look – it is filled with brightness and beauty. Suddenly – I understand – only with eyes wide open can I see whatever the world wants to show me.
The lilys are blooming in the yard – which means it’s that time when you can almost taste summer- and there is the slightest hint of the warmth to come, and you know, a corner has been turned.
Lilys photographed in my front yard, May, 2012.
Into the valley, I see everything, the dry winds swirl round me, and I can breathe again. Looking over the Columbia River from the Martin-Scott Winery, East Wenatchee, WA, May 27, 2012.
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