Usually in May, I see a glorious visual chorus of flowering irises— blues, purples, yellow, reds, and shades in between I did not know existed.
Yet today, where I year ago I was snapping photos of blossoms, I see very few. I begin to wonder and… [next]
Nudged by tweets and a blog post from Barbara Ganley, I tried to let my yard tell me a story through photos taken just today. I did not have one in mind, but shuffled them in a set, and connected them via captions.
Somewhere it is called Spring My Discontent and it begins with something that did not happen…