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Gerbera Daisy
Red tulip



Red rose inspired by Harold Davis
Sunflower in studio...I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up
Irises in Rimpled Bothie Gardens
Mamouth Suflower in Rimpled Bothie Garden


What miracles burst forth from tiny seeds to welcome community with others. Florida’s robust growers, the sunflowers, offer habitat, nectar, and fun to a plethora of passersby. A ‘Mammoth’ planted in my backyard topped out at 8 feet to attract bees, butterflies, ants, spiders, birds, and one delighted photographer.

Shrimp plant in Rimpled Bothie Garden
Yellow rose in studio
Tulip in studio with textures
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Poppies on lightbox inspired by Harold Davis
Sunflowers in studio
Alstromerias on lightbox in studio
Cyclamen on lightbox in studio
Amarylis red in studio


We share universal consciousness through inborn affinities for every other thing in the natural world.



Learn to see with wisdom's eye.

It's about mastering the art of what's really important.
It's about exploring who you really are. It's about bringing loving attention to what you genuinely need. It's the surest way to enhance wellness and joy.


I praise each day splintered down, and wrapped in time like a husk of many colors spreading at dawn fast over the mountain split. ~Annie Dillard

Scarlet sage in Rimpled Bothie Garden
Scarlet hibiscus in Rimpled Bothie Garden
Lily in studio
Tulips in studio
Stasis purple in Rimpled Bothie Garden
Lily in pond

We share universal consciousness through inborn affinities for every other things in the natural world. ~jcb

Peonies 'Fly Me to the Moon'

A sensitive plant in a garden grew. And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,and closed them beneath the kisses of night.~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant," 1820

Rose is pink
Mums with Lensbaby
Purple flower bee searching for pollen
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Calla liliy
tulips times three inspired by Harold Davis
Amorous tulip
Tulips with light shining through
Columbines in magical dance

I am not bound for any public place,but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry

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