Mum's Flowers

When my mum died I inherited her box of pressed flowers. Carefully layered in tissue paper, they were obviously very precious to her. I photographed them because doing so came naturally; it was part of my grieving process. At that time I didn't think of it as adding another layer to her original collection, but that's how I see it now. My mum died in 2004. She was in her 50s, I was in my 20s. These photos are old now, they were taken with my first ever digital camera. The flowers, their images, and my memories (the clear ones and the hazy ones) have all merged together in my mind. The layers are no longer in any particular order. But that's ok.