Posts Tagged ‘roses’


… great beauty can be found.

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I think it was the video of Philando Castile’s four-year old daughter comforting her mother, saying I’ll keep you safe, after having just seen her father shot to death in front of her. I think it was that little girl’s voice full of resolve and determination, before she too began to cry, that made me weep hot tears in the night. What child should have to go through that? Those were the kinds of questions I used to ask God when I was little, especially after watching the evening news with my parents, about why did people harm other people. I used to ask a lot of why questions of the people around me. Not so much anymore. Now I try to find the answers for myself. And sometimes I learn there is no single answer or any answer at all. The world is a very bewildering place at the moment but there is still much beauty there though sometimes it is hidden.


I took these photos in the Southwest Corridor Park near Back Bay Station. I don’t think the tourists know what they are missing as they walk past what looks a bit like a concrete jungle. A hidden treasure.



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roses from a bouquet long ago given to me


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It has become an unintended experiment in observation, to see what happens to this rose over time. How the light strikes it. Where the shadows fall. Given to me as part of a bouquet over a month ago, it now rests upon a bed of shells that I have been collecting for a future art installation. More in the future about the rose and the installation.

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upon a white sheet of paper and for some reason the petals reminded me of a ball gown and so I tried to draw little legs and high heeled shoes. My nine-year old friend said the shoes looked a bit like rabbits but we agreed that was okay. 🙂


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It is the end of the season but …

… the roses are still beautiful and …

… still growing.

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Sitting in front of the kitchen window on the windowsill and perhaps being eyed by the fly are the red roses drying nicely orange beneath the summer sun.

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