At a time in my life when I had friends of a few years and a girlfriend, my parents moved us to the rural region of my birth and started a nursery. My father had always been more than a little enamoured of plants and was a savant in the information and lore of plant propagation. In addition he had the proverbial green digit.
Life was awful for me, for a while. Then I think the forced growth under mylar of all kinds of plants began to save me and I was content at times, alone in silence but in the company of growing things. Although I never could limit myself to that life, much like a dairy one couldn’t leave, I nevertheless have an affinity for plantlife, look for it in odd places, in light.
These are entries, triptychs, for a show at the Rankin Arts Photography Center in Columbus, Georgia.