4:04 p.m.

Last Sunday my husband and I stayed home and did some minor cleaning. I've been having some back issues so my mobility has been some what limited. Anyway, by 4 pm I was experiencing a little Cabin fever, so I decided to go outside and check on my plants. It amazes me how its the same backyard yet  I always find something beautiful to photograph. Its true, beauty is everywhere. 

I've been really into gardening lately so I apologize in advance for upcoming flower posts. 

Texture

I've come to a realization, I love photographs that focus on texture.  I find them fascinating for various reasons. A great texture shot will remind you of the feel of something.  It will remind you of  a smell or taste of something you've enjoyed. It can transport you to a certain time of the year your yearn for. It can remind you of a time in your life you wish you can go back to. A great texture shot can tell you the age of something, the wise and many years something has existed.

This post was going to end with the paragraph above,  I actually hit publish but then I felt like I was not addressing all the feels I have with texture. I pulled the post and added the paragraph below.

When I think of texture I'm reminded of my fathers hands. I remember the night he passed away. I remember how I held his hands and thought to myself this would be the last time I would hold and see his hands and how I must remember exactly what they look and feel like. I remember that night and remember my uncle wearing denim on denim, I remember the buttons of his jacket. I remember wiping my tears on my olive green cargo pants and feeling the soft texture of the pants. I never wore these pants again.  I remember all these details and I re-live them every so often. While I wish these memories did not revolve around the worst night of my life, I am grateful that I can remember my dads hands. I remember how they felt and how working so many years in the carpet industry smoothed his hands. I remember how he always kept his nails short and clean. I remember the color of his skin being a few shades darker than mine.  I'm glad I remember these insignificant things that to me are so significant. 

Lately

You guys, lately I feel like I've been a total Debbie Downer and I'm normally not like this. I felt like I was out of jokes, sarcastic comebacks and just not myself. I love music and singing to pretty much any song, but lately, I felt like I couldn't even remember lyrics to some of my favorite songs. I  felt like I was walking around with a knot in my throat and was ready to burst into tears at any minute. I'm not sure what was happening with me because I was feeling like this prior to the natural disasters, that brought me even more down. 

Today however, I feel like myself! I feel good! I feel like the sun is shinning on me. 

Maybe I had too much caffeine today?  

Formelia's Garden

Formelia’s garden has no roses but you would never notice.

It's filled with flowers that make you feel like you're in paradise.

Critters that happily pose for a picture as long as you don’t disturb them. 

Colors so vibrant a rainbow would be jealous.

Pieces from Mexico that will remind you of childhood vacations.

 A statue of the Daisy that once roamed her garden

Something is always blooming in her garden.  

One can only dream of a garden like Formelia’s garden

My mother's garden.