My father had a passion for wildflowers. While he foraged in the woods looking for beautiful wildflowers to photograph, I spent time in my garden enthralled by my beautiful daylilies. Our passions were different, yet similar.
My last conversation with my dad, three months ago, was about his love for wildflowers. That day he taught me to look at these plants in a different way. He said that most people don't even see their beautiful faces and walk right over them on their journey.
Part of the legacy that my dad left me was the ability to be passionate about life. I now have yet another new passion to add to the rest:). Each summer day brings about a new opportunity to discover hidden beauty in the tiniest faces of wildflowers.