Now that Autumn is in full swing, pink and yellow don’t bloom from nearby neighborhood gardens anymore. However, during one of my many walks this summer, I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of these pink and yellow flowers.
Their name escapes me (or was never there to begin with…).
So I’ll just call these the Fun Flowers of the Day. 🙂 Unless someone can fill me in.
Happy Thursday everyone! Hang in there. Here’s hoping that the next time these flowers are in bloom, life will be back to the “normal” we used to know.
Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year….Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year?
…a flashback post down memory lane…a welcome respite.
The following post was originally published on July 17, 2019
Shades of Pink
Nancy Merrill is hosting a photo challenge. The prompt this week: Shades Of Pink
IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO OR TWO FEATURING SHADES OF THE COLOR PINK.
When I was a kid, pink was never my first choice. For anything. At least that’s how I remember it. Old photographs rarely showed me in pink pants or shirts. Maybe a pink dress when I was too young to voice an opinion…although my opinion was often ignored.
I probably lucked out because my younger sister was the “girly” one (a term I now dislike, but those who remember the “old days” will know what I mean). She could have all the pink, as far as I was concerned.
The one exception may have been my first bicycle…which was pink. I am not sure if that was my choice…or the only color available at the time for a “girl’s bike.”
Anyway, pink pops up on Valentine’s Day and that’s when I photographed these shades of pink.
Wrapped up and ready for local Valentine shoppers.
Except for the errant March (or April!) snow storm that rears its ugly head here in the US northeast, Spring changes my world from black and white to Color. Remember the scene in The Wizard of Oz? Almost like that.
The dull grays and browns and monochromes begin to fade. Colors start appearing in the tiniest of places. Since I’ve dived into macro photography, I am noticing these hidden gems.
Once Spring bursts onto the landscape full time, technicolor takes over…including my favorites…
And let’s not forget the gardeners among us…who look forward to the long awaited beginning of the growing season.
It’s the time of year to carefully nurture life…from seed to plant. And once the harvest arrives…a welcome addition to the dinner table.
V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #100: Pause (...long enough to quiet the noise…)
I find this to be a congruous set of challenges happening in the same week. In particular, V.J.’s subtext to the topic of Pause…about quieting the noise. There has been way too much noise for me lately – on a personal level – more than I can often handle and process like I did “before.” To focus during the day. To sleep at night.
At the same time, I recognize the need for information, education – and change. All the noise urgently and justifiably vies for our collective public attention simultaneously. Ignited by fear. Anger. Not being heard. Not being properly informed.
I have no answers for any of this. I am just one single person among millions who are worried, tired and anxious. Many have more concerns than I do. Many have less.
Let’s try to get out of our own heads and pause. Take time to listen and hear and read what others have to say. With open minds. Whether it be the scientists with news about the pandemic and what to do next. Or our fellow citizens protesting for justice and racial equality. Or even the politicians who will shape policy – one way or the other. Let’s reflect. Reach within for empathy. And…again…listen.
And…make a commitment to get out and vote when the time comes.
What does this have to do with One Single Flower?
A mass of flowers draws my attention briefly. After a while they blend in together. In the relative quiet of the walking path.
But the single flower…the one tiny flower among many? That’s what stops me.
The one all alone “out standing in its field” as if to say Look at me! I’m important too!
I took a slight detour during a walk downtown last week and found an empty bench surrounded by gorgeous blooming plant life. Lucky me. It was also one of those days when the persistent cloud cover unexpectedly shifts…lets a bit of sun poke through…and then closes up again. With little to no breeze. Thankfully my camera was close at hand.
I noticed all phases of flowering going on. Right next to me.
From the ready-or-not-here-I-come “before” to the Hello-World-here-I-am “after,” blossoms of all stages, shapes and sizes hung from a mass of leafy branches. I wondered if it was common to find such a variety on the same bush…at the same time. Or maybe I just never looked closely before. Yeah, that’s more likely the case.