Blooming mind What can be more important than flowers?
All my years hand in hand These images are all about my own growing, life and getting old. To be on my fast way towards the 60th birthday with more and more grey hair and pains all over I started to compare my life to the blooming glorious flowers. In these images I am mostly looking back to my young age and the soft skin without any wrinkles. Now I am a shaking old woman and more of that to become. Last glory of blossoming like in that black and white Malva flower. September and night frost behind the door.Sigh. But I accept that. Is it the growth of wisdom? I don't have yet answers.