Let's plant in infertile lands, to feel(it) beautiful even if we know it will never come. Our favorite flowers, those that open seasonally and tell the unknown when we pass by.
The eyes roam in unison with their floral choices.
Flor, we will miss you very much, so much that you will have to send a hummingbird to greet me from time to time, so as not to let you go.
Photography by Michael Dietrich
