Wednesday, February 26, 2020
i wonder
lots of people take pictures at meadowlark, and lots of people have pictures taken there. my friend and i will often offer to take a photo for someone - a group, a couple, someone struggling with a selfie or a fussy toddler. we smile and admire a loving gaze or a lovely dress or an adorable antic.
this bouquet was sitting on a bench. i wonder what its story is - perhaps a forgotten bridal or bridesmaid arrangement or a prop for an engagement or birthday or other celebratory event. i can imagine it being left as an offering in loving memory to the person memorialized by the bench, or something else. regardless of its origin - or its fate - i enjoyed it for the brief moments it took for me to take its picture, the colors and shapes expressing love and joy clearly to me.
this bouquet was sitting on a bench. i wonder what its story is - perhaps a forgotten bridal or bridesmaid arrangement or a prop for an engagement or birthday or other celebratory event. i can imagine it being left as an offering in loving memory to the person memorialized by the bench, or something else. regardless of its origin - or its fate - i enjoyed it for the brief moments it took for me to take its picture, the colors and shapes expressing love and joy clearly to me.
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Monday, February 24, 2020
restorative
Sunday, February 2, 2020
groundhog day
the emergence of the groundhog to see (or not) their shadow is supposed to be a clear prediction of the weather. once again. it is not.
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