I don’t recall when I first saw Georgia O’Keeffe’s work. It just seems like she was always there.
She decided to be an artist when she was ten, and then for almost nine decades she kept herself and her art intensely alive through constant evolution — but she was always unmistakably herself and her art was always unmistakably her own.
I don’t know if Ms. O’Keeffe ever visited the amazing and seemingly endless gardens at an estate called Filoli, a few miles north of Woodside, California; but if she had, I’m sure she would have seen these gardens as I do — not as a destination but as a launching pad.
At the moment, Filoli is exploding with tulips.
This began as a tulip. Then I was visited by a muse . . .
(Nikon D850; Nikon 28-300 f/3.5-5.6G Zoom. RAW processing in DxO PhotoLab 2.2; Editing in Adobe Photoshop.)