About This Portfolio

I have been recording the life cycle of this beautiful mainstay of the shade
garden for several years, as its phallic buds poke through the soil in March,
it expands into stately splendour in June, is chomped into rags by slugs and
deer, then slowly turns gold in Fall, collapsing into a gray ghost at the first
hard frost.

I have spent so much time with this plant that I can imagine myself being a
Hosta. But, no. I have simply made photographs that attempt to show Hostas
as you have never seen them before.

– Betsey Hansell