My camera was always with me on these hikes. I'm a nature boy at heart; I appreciate all the beauty that mother nature has bestowed upon us. I pay her a tribute every time I photograph her work.
I arrived in Pennsylvania in March; spring was just around the corner. The forest was waking up. Plants, bushes, and trees were beginning to flower; spring was busting out all over.
I started photographing wildflowers along the trails. If one caught my attention, I would crouch down, even laying on the ground at times to get the best angle. I would focus on a particular flower, shooting in macro-mode, creating an image with a shallow depth of field.
I wanted to give each flower as much of the image frame as possible–kind of like giving them their moment to shine and be noticed. I do most of the cropping in camera, placement of the subject can make a significant impact on the image.
Sometimes, I would go back to the same flower on different days until I got the image I wanted. I'm weirdly obsessed like that, I guess.
Generally, photographs of flowers are perfectly placed, framed, and lit. Out in the wild, it wasn't easy. I had to work in challenging and awkward situations; positioning, lighting was not up to me.
As I began editing the images, I realized many of the flowers had some flaw; a slight imperfection. Maybe it was the weather, an animal, an insect; perhaps the mere struggle to grow and survive in such a competitive environment that took its toll.
Whatever the cause was, I realized that though they are imperfect, there is beauty in them. As I continue working on these images, I've learned these imperfections do not detract or make them a lesser flower; they make them unique, one of a kind.
They are perfect in their imperfectness.