Julia O' Reilly Art

In the frenzy of our early Oregon spring, these little interlopers grace me with fragrance and color, and the promise of things to come.

Basil is an old and dear friend in my garden. Whether I make pesto or not, I grow lots every year. I love the shape and luscious texture of her leaves, and how her shadows make puppet shapes on the...

Have you ever looked close-up at rosemary in bloom? The honeybees go crazy harvesting my giant bushes. It's a noisy but friendly place, several times a year.

This is the day I saw a condor. A condor! A ballet in the sky. The skies of the Grand Canyon are an entity unto themselves. They're fiercely alive with currents, rivers of clouds that move in a...

The unfurling of petals on a dahlia is a slow graceful process, taking days for larger blooms. A coiled tension curls delicate pre-blade petals, held inside large round buds. A quiet explosion...

In the lower Cascades, these beautiful flowers open late spring or early summer. You see them in the most unlikely spots, making a garden out of a scrap of scraggly salal or meadow grasses.

Celebrating those small moments in the cycles of a garden which bring me delight, and healing. Blueberries have to be my favorite berry, and my favorite berry plant. The bushes are exquisite in all 4...