Botany Without Borders

As you wander through the murky Maine forest, its damp air heavy with the scent of pine, you stumble across a ghostly cipher, pushing its wa...

Got lost yesterday in the Jardin des Plantes in Paris. I ran into these irresistible Dahlias. 

I walk out into the morning garden. Hushed, shadowy, still. The many details in breaking light are monuments of softness. Realities made of ...