Living with disability means being at home a lot, but that doesn't mean there isn't still a whole world at my feet if I choose it. So when I go out I photograph as I can on better health days and I have a garden of greenery and flowers year around to capture when I am confined to home.  All of these flowers except Inner Space with flowers a little further afield in a city park, grew from my garden. 

My words and strength are fading with the turn of the hour hand. I let go of myself with grace, for life is more than the sum of my parts. This is the time of day to catch garden flowers of abstract expressionism, going against the grain to feel more than think. 

Each work of abstract expressionism is a facet of my and I suspect your life. Contemplation out of depth, Hope out of belief, Inner Space out of isolation, Dawn out of sunrises and sunsets, Artistry out of creativity, Remembrance out of mindfulness for the good of my life whenever wherever however I am in this moment.

So perhaps you will excuse me as I now lie down to rest.