I think I must be suffering from a touch of the Spring Fever today.
I found myself going through photographs from my trip(s) to Florida and then those of flowers that I took over the summer last year.
I’ve picked out a few of the flower photos for potential paintings (one of my brother’s has been asking for photos, I may give him paintings instead.)
And I found some that will be perfect for backgrounds for posters and such.
That is a striped and speckled rose (I don’t remember the specifics like the name – let’s just call her Rosie! hahaha!!!)
So it’s still winter, so I couldn’t stop and actually (literally) smell the roses today…
but wandering and weaving around and through the photographs brought back the memory of the sweet scents of the rose garden,
and the heat of the sun on my face,
and the vibrance of my floral surroundings.
And I realized how grateful I am to live a life colored by Art.