I have been looking through my spring photos from last year. The winter has been long this year, and it’s finally starting to feel like spring. I’m thinking of starting a small business selling some of my photographs as prints, and I really love taking pictures of flowers for some reason.
I have realized that I am pretty terrible at blogging, because I don’t know what to say. Should I talk about myself? It’s not really my style. I tend to keep to myself. But why should I have a blog if I refuse to speak?
So here goes: The flowers exist for a brief moment and here I try to capture them eternally, before they die, before they disappear. Beauty exists in ephemerality and as an artist of some sort, I feel as if it is my job to remember these brief moments. To record them. To preserve them. And (sometimes reluctantly) to try to share them. To show that I existed at some point and to show a glimpse of the world through my eyes, for anyone who is interested.
Looking for more flowers
Waiting for more flowers
Waiting for more…