In March of 2020, when quarantining became commonplace, I felt beat down by the pandemic; with all that was going on in the world, I found it extremely hard to make work that spoke to the moment. So I turned to that which I had access. My garden still grew; the forsythia still sprang vibrant yellow; the peonies still bloomed their ant-covered buds; the azalea still popped red with its trumpet flowers; the hibiscus still drooped heavily; the crab apple tree still bore its flowers and fruit; the lilac still stopped us with its pungent odor. Noticing all these things while having few places to go made it all seem more vibrant. What’s more consistent than the seasons? I turned my camera on the one subject I’ve found clique all my life: natural beauty.
