Even though Monday brings to mind Macro Monday, today I was sidetracked by Heather’s most timely RDP prompt. Ah yes…melancholy.
Is that what this is? The dark clouds overhead when I reluctantly open my eyes in the early morning hours? Metaphorically speaking, but there they are. Hovering. Amorphous. Heavy. As I ponder the day ahead. Wondering what crisis may await. I run a household and a condo board.
The pandemic was supposed to be mostly “over” by now (think vaccines people). Hospitals were supposed to get a break from the insanity and constant threat of personal harm.
I thought my third journal about life in the pandemic would remain half full. Bizarrely there are towers of disinfectant wipes and toilet paper on sale. They can’t give those away now.
There’s more to say, but that’s all for now.
I am not unfamiliar with melancholy. But the older I get, the less energy I have to fight it.
It’s probably why it took all day to finish this post. I tell myself…at least I did.
The tip of a flower bouquet caught in the afternoon sun…also caught my eye yesterday. Perhaps it was a bit on its way out, but no matter. The moment was brief and seemed somehow surreal. Which fit right in to these days.
A vase of flowers on my dining room table recently stood in the way of the late afternoon sun. The tallest bloom resembled a small sunflower. Perhaps there is such a thing as a “miniature sunflower” (?).
Nameless or not, I had to capture all that bright yellow! (and…for those who are curious, the image is rotated clockwise one turn)
I was delighted to discover this flower (?name) on display during a recent visit to the Strawberry Banke Museum in Portsmouth, NH. It was a hot sunny day – no breeze! – a perfect opportunity for a macro shot.
I was grateful to see the sun yesterday…and apparently so was my hibiscus. It rests/grows in a pot in front of a large picture window and if I’m lucky I catch the big reveal – one bud at a time. I have learned it is a live-in-the-moment blooming plant; as the flowers show off their colors for maybe a day or two before starting to wilt. Obviously my Sunday to-do list needed to wait. Several buds had burst open overnight…and the light was just right. How could I resist?
I caught a bee in the act last weekend during a visit to a local museum in Portsmouth, NH. It actually photo bombed my shot while I was focusing on the flower. I took an extra few seconds to refocus. In an instant it was gone. Quick work!