Golden Glow even in a garden, some things seem to glow. all our best friends are like that too, beneath their golden light we bask in the warmth of who they are. even in a garden, some things seem to glow.
Purple Burst such a surprise leapt in my eyes, a purple burst i cannot see as once i did just fifty years ago i know things are the same as ever, but i cannot see them so flowers fade but i have made a copy of the light it's not too sharp from front to back it's how i see these days a purple burst! i saw it first, it cannot go away
Iris in Sunbeam yesterday's news almost forgotten, it glows in sunshine in a beautiful old garden, maintained by volunteers rich, dark colours make me think about her, beautiful iris, forever dancing in a golden sunbeam, so beautiful, so hard to photograph, but i can see, and still i love that iris, its exotic ruffled feminine beauty
lily white glowing in the sunlight! something about it lights a fire inside. we simmer in some kind of lily beauty, a slight joy warming us somehow today a thin smoke haze obscures this summer sky. but still, we swelter. and still we hope, because they promised us a better tomorrow.
the Garden it grows as if there was a plan i go to see it when i can bright as the colours are, it seems they feature greatly in my dreams she sniffs a flower as she passes and smiles, satisfied and confesses how wonderful this whole world seems to be.
Spring Forward imagine a bee, and if you did it right you might imagine a buzzing rapid flight into pink flowers, (advertising food, and nectar) as you crawl about the blossoms... plants have different agendas, but don't understand why bees are needed (it's nothing we have planned) we're just bystanders in the flower game. though it's so beautiful, it's really not the same...
purity in my culture, death in other people's white is all the colours, all at once turned up, very bright. a flower is a flower, and it doesn't care what magical meanings we my wish to impose. so often we don't have the answers, whether we think we do or not
in black and white some subtle colour might be missed. statements without colour may not need all that much nuance. suddenly i saw her hair had lost its colour. just as suddenly, she was so much more. in black and white some subtle colour might be missed.
some flowers, like sunflowers, seem to get our attention. we'll eat the salted seeds. so will many little brown birds, (fresh, unsalted) fulfilling their very modest needs entertaining us easily, because we are so amusable. because they are so worthy. sunflowers too, are worthy. who could deny it? some flowers, like sunflowers, seem to get our attention.