One summer, long time ago, I grew this sunflower. By grew, I mean I planted the seeds, watered and weeded, but mostly just watched as the flower grew and grew. It grew taller than the eavestrough of the house I was living at the time. I did not measure it, but it was huge compared to my 5’3″ self at the time. My camera helped me to see it a bit more closely without knocking it down. My camera has done that many time over the years – helped me to see the world a little differently, helped me to get some perspective, helped me to stop and have a look, and has helped me to see the beauty in every day.

Friends have often suggested that I could mix my poetry and photography (even the paintings) and they are not wrong, but I hesitate to do that because some photos anyway are poetry on their own. How better can I express the meaning of turning myself to the light than to share this photograph? The moment captured in the brilliant yellow petals and soft brown face of the sunflower? I am not sure that I could. So, I will just share this pretty, gentle giant instead.

~ Leigh-Anne