My yellow rose is in full bloom right now.
The Len’s Artist’s Challenge this week is also Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge One Single Flower.
I’ve been spending time this week reading about current events, and experimenting with black and white photo effects.
One trick I learned a few years ago was to look at a photo in black and white, it brings aspects of composition into focus that one misses in color. Sometimes something that seems almost incidental in a color photo will really jump out at you.
This is a time to listen, with our ears, and our hearts and minds. To put aside our opinions and really try to imagine walking in the shoes of others. It recurred to me that looking at things from a perspective of black and white may be a metaphor: it’s time to look at things in a totally new way.
As a conventional sort of person, the current events of the corona virus and the brutality of police toward citizens are really challenging me. But reading and listening, and trying to do so from other points of view to understand seem to be a necessary first step…Definitely before espousing opinions.
May has been a peculiar month. Warm and cold, sunny and rainy. The news of the day combined with the weather made me think about a poem I learned in my French class in high school:
Il pleure dans mon coeur,
Comme il pleut sur la ville…Guillaume Apollinaire
Translated: it is crying in my heart like it is raining on the city. The weather was gloomy and wet, suiting the gloom in the news.
I took these photos yesterday. I’ve often thought that May and June are really seasons of their own, not really part of spring and summer. May is iris season and June is rose season. Summer in the Puget Sound region really doesn’t start until July. This little gallery shows what’s in bloom right now on the cusp of the change, with raindrops to represent the tears so many have had to shed this month.
My wish is that you and yours can stay safe and sane as the storms rage about us. May your season of the rose be blessed.
I walk the same route most mornings with the dogs. This lets me keep an eye on progress. This pale pink peony bush has been on my mind of late. today’s sunshine brought it out all the way.
In my line of work, space structures, we used to refer to the old-wise-ones as “gray beards” (people who had gray beards they could stroke as they pondered and offered wisdom). No place in that system for someone who has no capacity to grow a beard… maybe why I retired young.
Any way here is a white beard-ed iris,
For Wordless Wednesday and Cee’s Flower of the Day.