The Memory of Earth I

The Earth remembers in bloom—wildflowers scattered like echoes of balance. Harmony isn’t order; it’s the dance between chaos and calm, forever shifting, forever alive. What seems random is Earth remembering—each wildflower a trace of past wind, rain, and light. Chance is her memory, written in petals and the patterns they never meant to form.

Created from photographs taken in the meadows near my home, isolating the corollas without changing their relative distances—so their random distribution stays true to nature.