I As soon as we stepped foot into these greenhouses my heart was lighter. The air smelled of warm, rich soil,and so much cleaner than anything I've been breathing in lately. There was a ceremonial quiet, the only sound being the faint trickling of fountain water and the occasional mechanical fan hum. Soft, diffused light was streaming in and everything felt less harsh than the city outside. After a couple of months of being surrounded by buildings and people, this felt like a sacred space. I felt like the greenery was a long lost friend, and I didn't even realized how much I had missed them until seeing them. I was so inspired I shot nearly two entire rolls of film in here.
The gardens are huge, but (mostly because of the cold) we spent our time in this particular set of greenhouses. It was divided into 3 compartments - tropical, warm temperate, and the desert. Warm temperate was my favorite and the desert was Melissa's. We parted ways to sit in our favorite greenhouse and draw the native plants. Ever since, I've been dreaming of all the warm temperate parts of the world I could go visit - Taiwan, the Mediterranean, South Africa, New Zealand, the Pacific Northwest - all places that already sounded dreamy to me, now even more motivation to visit them.