Sooooo…last October, I kind of accidentally got myself invited to a dahlia farm. Vallejo Street Dahlias, to be exact. Willbe orchestrated and Max was the gracious host, and together, we wandered the rows of the season’s last blooms. Many were, delightedly, the size of my face, and the riot of color was a blast of light and life before winter came.
Eagerly awaiting the new season, and for Max to lug Rosie the ’60s bus out of the shed for some retro vibes.
Francophile; lover of ice cream, ballet flats, and skirts with pockets. Photographing light, life, and JOY in San Francisco and Paris with my film cameras, Norman and Cecil.