A few years ago I began to notice the beautiful dried blooms that would fall from the flowering trees and shrubs on our property. It seemed as the blooms aged and dried, their color intensified and their shape became more and more intricate. There was such depth to the color and I became so fascinated that I began to experiment. I held on to cut flowers long past their so called prime. Let them dry in water, out of water, upside down, partially. I was obsessed. I still am. While I love the soft color and silk like quality to fresh blooms, I am forever drawn to the latter part of the cycle. The dynamic juxtapose between papery forms and intense color. It just speaks to me. This peony was a gift last spring and quickly became one of my most popular selling prints. Most people don't recognize it as being a peony and the photo of the same bloom at its most fresh is barely recognizable as the same flower.

I love the nod to change, patience, and process that the flowers have in this state. And while we have a thriving garden full of blooms, I spend most of time time photographing what remains. For the ending is beautiful too.

Swipe to see the beautiful garden painting by @blueshineart. I just love her Easter Tree idea!

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