After 2 months of sheltering in place everything started looking like the ubiquitous corona virus graphic. Even in my garden the centers of the purple myrtle blossoms took on the menacing persona of the corona virus.

​It's lurking everywhere.

Corona on My Mind

Do You Hear It Now?


Like so many others, I was deeply disturbed by George Floyd's murder. As I sit here in my position of white privilege surrounded by so much natural beauty the world is being pierced by the shouts of Black Lives Matter.

If you view this entire work from a distance—all looks well—but if you look closely you see the stamens of the large flower have become fists and the center is a shouting mouth. All is not well.

Some topical images of what's on my mind. (If interested in these images, please contact me through the Contact-Order Page and I'll get in touch.)