I'm still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new ways to captivate ... CONTINUED

framed in white lilies she stood by the garden gate. shafts of late afternoon sunshine slanted ... CONTINUED

she paused by the garden gate framed in sunflowers. morning light kissed her face, flaming her ... CONTINUED

the morning sun breaks above the trees. she stands ankle deep in a stagnant pond, her bare ... CONTINUED

a sea of wildflowers at the edge of my lawn sway in a late afternoon breeze. overhead, cotton ... CONTINUED

her nightgown still hangs on the back of the closet door, bone white lace with traces of her ... CONTINUED

The studio's windows are shuttered against the light. Cobwebs hang like drapes from the room's ... CONTINUED