I was born at high tide within sound of the salt waves on the Atlantic shore of southeast Virginia in 1943. Home was a peach orchard, honey bees, gardens, and flowers. My father, a farmer and preacher taught me spirit. My mother, a gardener and poet, taught me flowers. Roses. Early mysteries, infusion of fragrance and color into shape.Got a Kodak Brownie camera at age twelve. Black and white images of flowers and friends, the unfolding between past and future. My family moved to Richmond, then to Shenandoah...more
