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I sat in the hallway trying to find some focus as I shifted between writing projects.  But focus was not coming and so at last, a bit agitated, I started to rise.  That’s when my eyes fell upon a clear vase.  In fact it was a drinking cup that I’d turned into a vase after the plastic had begun to crack.  It held an inch or so of water and a few sprigs of baby’s breath.

The sunlight shone through it magnificently, and somehow that light brought a great sense of calm.

I shook the vase to let the light dance.

Then some petals fell in casting their shadows.

And then I could not resist … I dunked in several sprigs, curious to see what new shapes would emerge.  New shapes did and so did several rainbows.

Soon the light shifted as it always, eventually does.  I crumbled the baby’s breath on top the soil of another growing plant.  The empty vase I placed back in the window.

I share these photos of that light-filled moment with you.  And now I am off to write. 😉

 

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When I first went up the stairs there were no shadows cast on the wall, no dark silhouettes in the air.  Then the sun peeked out for just a short while lighting up my little corner of the world.

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I have been photographing this African Violet  since at least 2010.  This past year, the plant grew spectacularly well.  Mostly because I tucked it into a corner and let it be.  Now at the start of this first full week of 2014, I photograph the plant again.  It is an overcast day which is all the inspiration needed to pull out flashlights and let the artificial light play upon iridescent petals and leaves.

 

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Back in October I wrote about the unexpected success in growing a potted petunia in the house.  I imagined photographing white blossoms against the kitchen window with snow falling in the background. Will that come to pass?  Well, recently after cutting away all the dead and dying pieces only one green stem remained on the petunia plant.  Nothing else.  I considered letting it go, but what harm was there in continuing to water that stem.  And then one day it bloomed.  A single bloom on a single stem on a mostly barren patch of ground.  I guess there must be some good roots beneath that soil.

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That was my intention when I walked out of the Brazilian grocery store with the bag of dried rose petals.  To mix rice and roses.  Perhaps sprinkle the petals on top of steamed black rice.  Or photograph them as they fell upon a bit of mochi ice cream.  But so far I’ve just let them sit in a small bowl in the kitchen, catching that light, their pinks and golds stirring my imagination.  I did find this really cool recipe for rice with rose petals.  The ingredients of the recipe read like a poem. I’m not into pomegranate and I don’t think I can afford saffron.  We’ll see what variation on a theme unfolds in my kitchen this winter.

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It has been a hard month, a hard summer, a hard year, for so many family and friends.  I read their words and hear their voices, and all I have been able to do, in the end, is absorb and listen.   On occasion I have been able to touch, to hug, and to encourage others to take such action.  Sometimes I have offered words of advice but I am beginning to think that, for the most part, those words of advice could be a song or poem or a passage from a book.  The words from my mouth are not so important as is my literal or figurative presence.  I am lucky to have them in my lives as well.

Despite the title of this post, I do not feel at the center of it all, whatever “it” may be.  As a writer, photographer, storyteller, I feel on the periphery, observing the chaos of life from odd angles that reveal ambiguities, sadness, horror, pain but almost always, great beauty, too.  When I talk with the friends and family who are struggling I find myself wishing … and then I stop myself.  I cannot live other peoples’ lives, but I can and often do ask them, “Without ignoring all that’s going wrong, what is going right? What’s one thing making you happy?”  One lovely friend will have a tendency to say, “Well, at least my cat is not dead … yet.”  And I’ll say, “Exactly!” 😉

These are the rambling thoughts that come to mind this Sunday morning as I hold close in my heart those who may be feeling a bit alone or vulnerable or just unsure of next steps.  I certainly feel that way about some things too.  And with that said, what is one thing making me happy at this moment?  It is the morning sun falling upon this apple creating a little apple universe.  At least I see the stars.

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