For the month of August I have been walking each morning and evening through a nearby farmer's fields. At first it was to walk the dog but then it was for the pure joy of wandering. And in this wandering I fell in love with the tenderness of squash and pumpkin blossoms.

On this morning, the last in August, I realized there were only a few blossoms remaining. These late bloomers who'll never reach fruition.

I'd been shooting digital polaroids daily for the flowsaic series. So I have many images of them in all sorts of light. In the soft cool morning light as the day rises; in the fading glory of the evening light as it release the excitement that was the day; and in the brilliant harsh light of midday in August which seemed almost too painful for something which held deep color in it's tender blossoms.

Yesterday I had a material break though for the large aluminum works that arose from the Jelly Scribbles. Even in that success I faced failure in the images I'd chosen: white peonies. The white was not going to work for too many reasons to count. As I sat in dejection at a loss for how to move this work forward. I waited for an image to speak to me and the squash blossom did. They whispered with their painful tenderness.