I seem to have a fondness for macro shots – without question I feel more comfortable in that zone.
That being said, one of my favourite shots ever by anyone is Aspens, New Mexico by Ansel Adams.
Each time I search for the photo online, I seem to see a different version and this got me interested in taking shots of trees and other structures in nature and playing with how they are “processed”.
This is why I am stepping back and looking at other points of view.
Bamboo grove – Delray Beach Japanese Botanical Gardens
A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in – Robert Orben
I’ve been away from blogging for a few days as I was on vacation…..with nothing to do…and all day to do it in….it felt pretty darn amazing.
Sometimes a phone is all you have when the scene demands a photo…
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. – Buddha
I love this quote. Flowers with a bit of sunshine….a gentle way to live.
“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” – Emerson
“Nature’s beauty soothes my eyes, Refreshes my soul” – Debolina
Hit hard by a flu bug – I need some light and colour!
I tried to find an apt quote for this photo, but nothing seemed quite right.
Anyway, not my usual up close and personal shot of a bright, sunny flower – this one was just to try something different.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever – Tennyson
When my father passed away, I was given a gift of remembrance from some coworkers. The gift was 50 tulip bulbs….
The other day I realized that this fall, it will be 10 years since my dad passed away. I think that came as a surprise to me because I do think about my dad all the time, even though he is gone. He once told me that when I was in a job interview, to answer questions as he would – brag a little. In the last months of his life, we talked almost everyday. And everyday he would choose one thing that I did that day and tell me how I had done a “good job” on that thing. He was specific and earnest.
I was not close to my dad growing up. My parents were divorced when I was too young to remember him. He was not a regular (or even irregular) part of my life until I was in my twenties and living across the country from him. It took us a long time to negotiate our relationship. Fortunately, it became much easier before he passed away. And everything before that no longer matters.
These days, my dad is often in my thoughts. I am struggling, trying to figure out how to work with a particular student and finding that my patience is being tested. A lot. So, sometimes, when I am struggling, I think about what my dad would say. I know that there’s a good chance what he would say would be very colourful and perhaps more than a little inappropriate – but at the same time, it makes me laugh and reminds me how I would scold and educate my dad on his inappropriate comments. It also makes me realize that if I could have the patience to forge my relationship with my dad, a relationship that took more than 40 years of negotiations to build, that I can have patience with this little person for one more day.