The Dandy
To the little yellow flower, whose ability to thrive in the lawns of hotels, my grandmother’s flower garden, and the sun-baked fields of farmers has dubbed you a weed. Your commonness and knack for survival is your crime against our suburban dreams. Yet your flower brightens the crags of high mountains, colors the desert plains and brings sunshine to the almost sunless forest floor. You live your life for the sake of your own by shedding your golden petals for the hope that is a seed and that makes you beautiful.
Japanese Garden
The Japanese Garden of Portland is one of the most beautiful gardens I have been to. I was struck by its textures gracefully working together with the light. These images are black and white so that the viewer must focus on the textures and not the color. Although I could not resist from leaving a few in color, being a girl from the desert I can’t help but be in aw of all the lush greenness in the middle winter.
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