There was a time when most of us didn’t use Photoshop (a few of us still don’t) and these photos, in their dazzling brilliance and un-retouched power, are a reminder that nature, at her best, doesn’t need any help in that department. On a recent walk in downtown Albany, the sun was out and these flowers were in bloom. They stopped me in my tracks with their colorful siren calls, begging to be captured in some way – by word, by music, by painting, by photograph – anything to retain as a keepsake. I did my best, but it pales in comparison to memory.
