I have always loved photographing flowers. All kinds. All stages of life. All angles. Their lines are simple and elegant. Their lives… uninhibited. They open to the light. They receive nourishment and care… without question or reasoning. They simply drink it in. They don’t ponder or consider or rationalize or second-guess. They aren’t distrustful or bothered. They don’t worry. About being loved. About money. Or careers. Or what’s for dinner. They receive. And grow. And bloom. And give back. And while I know Gerbera daisies also don’t have to make a car payment by the 17th, I think they’re onto something.