I am taking an easeful approach to photography right now. Just photographing the plants in my home. This one is called Pilea Peperomioides. I am happy to make pictures that are simply of something. No more and no less.

Filling my mind with deep reading, where a photographer and an inmate exchange thoughtful ways of seeing. (Thanks to my friend, Kate, for recommending this book from her digital bookshelf.)

Enjoying the views from last year as evidence that even in the worst of years there was still beauty everyday.

 
 

No joking. Today is National Houseplant Appreciation Day. I’m kind of a minimalist when it comes to decorating, and I don’t like visual clutter. Mostly, I decorate with pictures and plants with a few homey touches like candles and cozy pillows and throws. I’ve been entertaining the idea of creating a houseplant journal, really just a photo essay of the plants that we love in our home. Starting here with a forced paperwhite bulb and a coffee plant.


 

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this year it’s this. Sometimes you’ve gotta stand up. It’s taken me a long time to find my voice, to know and trust myself, to stop hiding and pretending. And now that I have, I’m not going to sit and watch, I’m going to stand for something. Facing 2021 head-on.