Last week I had flowers left over from an event. And not just any flowers – you could consider them the Rolls-Royce and Bentley’s of my world. They deserved another round of play so I continued to practice with a glass of Wölffer Rosé and my own camera. A 10 year old Cannon that really I don’t now how to use well. Baby asleep, phone away. I spent an hour working with the last bit of light and thickening shadows. The dark background added depth, highlighting this soft palette that would otherwise feel washed out against a white background. Being alone in my studio at dusk was a form of meditation. Even for just a moment, I was present and dancing with the muse.

It seems like the actual darkness in my life is fading away even more. I recently collaborated on a Hamptons editorial with a talented vendor team, Mother’s Day is approaching, and we have an incredible wedding season beginning in June. I’m feeling hopeful and looking forward to being immersed in flowers, having horrible nails again (floral joke), and most of all, bringing joy to my clients lives.

“If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm.” – Mahatma Gandhi