there's something so good about wild beauty. the wildness of the wind & rain as it beats upon the studio windows in a showy storm. the wildness of flowers in bloom where they should be growing, underneath trees and along paths. the wildness of women sitting around a table, scattering story seeds into the wind. there's something sacred about wild beauty that is seen, recognized, named, and known in this day. these flowers, this moment gives the glimpse & recognition.