nature, in general, has always spoken to me, to the deepest part of my soul. it’s my nourishment on so many levels. my feelings are those to which i can’t put into words. i’m by no means a writer, but i can generally find a way to say what i want to say. it may not be eloquent or read particularly well but what i’m thinking typically finds a way out.
but my love for plants (and nature) knows no bounds. it keeps me rooted but also helps me escape. there’s just such a strong connection that, to me, it doesn’t really need words to explain it. if you know, you know.
so, i’m not really sure what to say in this particular post. i love plants, i love flowers, i love nature in all of it’s magical ways. i love taking photos of plants and trees and flowers in whatever situation i or they are in. for this post i decided to focus on ‘plants’ as opposed to just flowers, or trees or leaves or whatever. i had a hard time choosing still.
perhaps it’s best you don’t read my words, and just look at my photos instead, eh?
other ‘i have this thing with…’ posts:
Plants exist in the weather and light rays that surround them – waving in the wind, shimmering in the sunlight. I am always puzzling over how to draw such things. ― Hayao Miyazaki
I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer — and what trees and seasons smelled like — how people looked and walked and smelled even. ― John Steinbeck