All things, animate or not, have a life span. A beginning, middle, and end. As a photographer I am acutely aware of capturing a particular intersection of time and condition, my subject being just so for that one moment on the continuum. We are a culture of pictures under glass; daily triumphs and atrocities are accessed via remote experience, accepted or denied by a keystroke or press of a button. Meanwhile, not contained by bandwidth, signal strength or schedule, the world turns around us. Life and death occurs within arm's reach as cells divide, explode into life and fade into expiration. Certainly, the human experience speaks most loudly, but even flowers and their fruits are testaments to this cycle. Their portraits remind us of forgotten contexts and unspoken graces, keeping us grounded, and connected.