Can you still the silence that beacons? The fragrance of spring tingles a green. Why do I run so fast? How do I trust the walk?

To give up everything to live free. Touching a heart that bashfully startles. The sun lays leaves that petal. Oh how it took so long for me to believe. I was too busy to breathe.

These days call me to lay. Gaze out into the night sky to know that all will be alright. Trust the steps to catch the leaps. Closes your eyes to be at ease.

Flowers from the conservatory.

Victorian Design green house.

Indian lunch 

Film making in progress