found in the backyard, growing like a clumped flower. i can seriously say, “i do like some weeds.”
thank you to all who identified the flowers in my previous post
I think about photographs as being full, or empty. You picture something in a frame and it’s got lots of accounting going on in it. Stones and buildings and trees and air, but that’s not what fills up a frame. You fill up the frame with feelings, energy, discovery, and risk, and leave room enough for someone else to get in there.
— Joel Meyerowitz said that