Chlorophilia
I don’t think I photograph plants.
But then again, here we are.
Sometimes it’s color. Sometimes it’s shadow.
Sometimes it’s the way a leaf catches light like it remembers being water.
Why do I return to gardens?
Not just for beauty—though there’s that.
But maybe there’s something primordial in me that leans toward the green.
This isn’t about naming species.
It’s about something slower.
Maybe it’s a mood.
Maybe it’s gratitude for the gift of pollen.
Either way, I keep going back.
Click.
