While I spent most of my adult life in a satisfying career in the corporate world, my passion — second to motherhood — was in appreciating the arts, particularly the power of images captured by a camera.

The subjects in my snapshots often found their way into my mother’s watercolor and oil paintings. Avid gardeners, my mother, in Tennessee, and I, in the Pacific Northwest, compared notes daily on the progress of our plantings throughout each spring and summer.

Following the disappearance and tragic death of my mother in 2008, the artistic family genes emerged when I turned to my garden for comfort. Spending hours studying the gentle curves and variety of hues splashed throughout the garden,    I soon picked up my camera and began recording the  structure of blossoms as they unfolded, concentrating on single blooms.

I began to heal through the beauty found in the delicate forms and soothing fragrances of nature. My hope is that others will find inspiration in my images.