Blossoms Part 2

Wandering through gardens in Saratoga and the quiet edges of Scott's Valley near Santa Cruz, I found myself cradled by the soft murmur of spring. Each blossom - whether glowing in golden morning light or daring to bloom among thorns -felt like a spell cast by nature herself. This collection captures those enchanted pauses: the hush before the wind stirs, the breath before petals drift like whispered wishes. In this stillness, magic lingers. Nature reminds us that even the quiet moments are full of wonder, transformation, and unseen miracles.