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Available in three sizes, professionally printed and shipped directly by the print lab.
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A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.

A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.
Safflower · Carthamus tinctorius
The Invitation
A crash came from the front room.
The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.
Cheerfulness, innocence, purity, and beauty
A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.
from the photographer
The Invitation
A crash came from the front room.
The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.
Then something caught my eye.
The shape of a flower.
As I held the stem, a sensation arose.
A threshold.
An invitation.
Can I trust you?
I did not understand it, but I felt its presence. There was more here than I could name.
Then the question turned inward.
Could I trust myself?
I carried the flower to my camera.
That moment marked the beginning of a delicate exchange of guidance, trust, and wonder.
Cheerfulness, innocence, purity, and beauty

Available in three sizes, professionally printed and shipped directly by the print lab.
Prints
With creamy lined pages, a ribbon marker, and a pocket for the treasures gathered along the way.
Journals
A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.

A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.
Safflower · Carthamus tinctorius
The Invitation
A crash came from the front room.
The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.
Cheerfulness, innocence, purity, and beauty
A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.
from the photographer
The Invitation
A crash came from the front room.
The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.
Then something caught my eye.
The shape of a flower.
As I held the stem, a sensation arose.
A threshold.
An invitation.
Can I trust you?
I did not understand it, but I felt its presence. There was more here than I could name.
Then the question turned inward.
Could I trust myself?
I carried the flower to my camera.
That moment marked the beginning of a delicate exchange of guidance, trust, and wonder.
Cheerfulness, innocence, purity, and beauty

Available in three sizes, professionally printed and shipped directly by the print lab.
Prints
With creamy lined pages, a ribbon marker, and a pocket for the treasures gathered along the way.
Journals