I brought a small bunch of sunflowers at a local farmers market on sunday. They only cost $15 dollars and the girl wrapped them in an old school brown-paper cone. Carrying them home, I felt somehow way more cosmically aligned than when I buy the plastic wrapped supermarket bunches.

Sunflowers are not my usual choice. But these things really lift your spirits. And the fact I got them from an independant local grower makes me feel morally smug. Yup. Right now…they might just have become my favourite house-flowers.

Amidst a world in turmoil, and the cost of living getting more expensive and uncertain, spending money on flowers can seem a little indulgent. Yet stumbling out to the kitchen for my morning coffee and seeing these yellow sticks of heart medicine fluorescing in a shaft of sunlight is payback plus interest.

Here be a couple of photos. Of course being monochrome, they do not capture the beauty of the colours. Not even close.
As you can see, at this time I am shooting almost entirely in black and white. But the sunflowers remind me that I should not en-boxify my creativity, and that some things need a little more of the light spectrum to tell their stories.