wildflowerprint

Original illustration and photography. Made in New Zealand. ©wildflowerprint 2022-2026

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Lake Hawea, Wanaka, New Zealand

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Then as I looked further, I saw that the beauty and the madness, the softness that spoke to me, the way I fell into those daydreams, over and over, those were some of what made it all so very precious to me //

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I must have flowers, always, and always. ― Claude Monet

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As the light fades // [2]

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As the light fades // [1]

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I'd like to have a picnic near these wildflowers, in a meadow under a shady tree. Some croissants, homemade lemonade and good company //

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Promises //

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Sweetness // Melancholy [2]

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Sweetness // Melancholy [1]

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So time flows on, as it always does. The days become longer, and i feel a softness beginning to grow somewhere deep inside me //

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Solace //

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All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. — Edgar Allan Poe

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I live in quiet and constant expectation for more and more beauty to show itself, and it does //

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The Wintergardens Auckland, New Zealand

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Can we speak in flowers. It will be easier for me to understand. ― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

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My grandfather's glasshouse, forever a sanctuary made for daydreaming //

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Let’s go mushrooming //