everyone photographs flowers. so i resist them. but they are appearing in our wanderings, from voice lessons in walnut creek to strolls in the hills, at the library in town, etc. their natural beauty is magnetic, their colors and delicacy breathe vibrant life into a grey and otherwise wet, dormant world. the goal being to give new life to the familiar - and often i wonder if that is possible: to make images of that which otherwise seems cliche."pretty pictures of flowers." hoh-hum. i do not know. all i know is i know very little...and that their annual emergence is the physical manifestation of life longing for itself. and *that* is impossible to overlook.