These are a few pictures I took of one hollyhock at the edge of a children’s playground, Santa Fe southside, May-October 2015. I watched this flower carefully over months, and noticed how it looked completely different from day to day. This must be an effect of the New Mexico sky, which is different and surprising every day. There is hidden poetry in the world around us; we just need to stop and open our eyes. A single humble flower is millions of poems, millions of paintings, millions of dramatic moods.