If I had to say what it is that inspires me about a flower—what motivates me to pick up my camera and start looking at it seriously—my first answer would be "color." So why am I spending so much time lately photographing white flowers? Ah, that's because my second answer would be "form." Form is a hard term to define. It's the visible presence and shape of an object, which can't really be separated from it's color and texture, but it's also how that object sits in space. I'm looking at the inside of a flower, and the outline of a flower, and the way the spaces in and out interact with each other, and all together they create form. There is something restful about working with white; form is easier to perceive. In my work, I find myself going back and forth between riotous color (there's a lot of that in flowers) and quiet color (even white flowers have some color). Whatever flower I am holding in my lens, I'm paying attention to its form as a way to convey the emotional effect it has on me. Even when that flower isn't a flower at all, but the cut off bottom of a cabbage!