This project has taken several unexpected turns. I did not expect to spend my summer traipsing along Virginia back roads to small flower farms. I did not expect to spend so many days dreaming of ways to photograph flowers. Ways that feel fresh and yet not contrived. For much of my life, buying fresh flowers felt like a kind of luxury I could not afford, and often like a waste of money since they die anyway. I cringe now when I hear those thoughtless words—discounting beauty and joy as though they need to earn their place in this world. I was wrong. It is the very fact that flowers bloom fiercely and perish quickly that makes them worth noticing. I did not expect to change my mind; I did not see that photographing the flowers might become my own fertile soil for growth.
Next up, I am planning to learn to press flowers. I wonder if I could make a simple pressed flower arrangement on white paper and photograph it for the book. Or, and this might be even better, I could print a blank page in the book and affix the pressed flowers to that page (I would need to separate this page with acid free vellum). I also want to learn a bit about making paper collages from a local artist. I think it might be fun to add a collage to the project, something that celebrates texture and color and light. Hmm . . . I love this part of any project, the thinking and brainstorming, and the unfolding. I’ll keep you posted on how things are going.