roses, in context
Stephanie Fysh
I sometimes suspect that all photographers have quiet project, personal ones that they keep to themselves – things they might not even think of as projects, that might feel instead like small compulsions, or like documentation, or like putting something away for later.
Mine has been flowers. Now, I'm not someone that many people are likely to peg as a Flower Photographer. I'm not really all that nice, I think too much, and I sometimes take pictures my kids call weird. I didn't think I was a Flower Photographer either. But then it began.
From the time I moved here, I'd been cataloguing, in my head, all the flowers in my downtown Toronto neighbourhood, watching for the ones that would reappear each year, noting changes in the tiny front gardens on my street. And I'd come to carry a camera all the time. So I suppose it was inevitable: I started shooting all those flowers, though it sometimes felt like an invasion of privacy – an insistence on intimacy. And one day I realized that I had an ongoing project without ever having thought of one.
So here they are: these are the flowers in my neighbourhood.
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