Photography Thinks
Sharon. Never be afraid of your lines or sagging. Don’t fear wrinkles or varicose veins. Don’t lose that spirit to live that looms so large that there is enough for you and still a little left over for me. Without you, life would be so empty and not worth living. You make me want to get up in the morning.
Our dear friend Howard Kane sent this orchid arrangement to Sharon. Lovely. Just lovely.
Flower arrangers glow like their flowers. How can I make a still life, living out my Van Gogh fantasy if I don’t go to flower stores. And once there, I am always challenged by whether I should take a shot of the flowers or one of the women who lovingly construct the arrangements.
As I walked up to deliver his photo, Kevin walked out of the store and welcomed me, “Mr. Duck, the photographer.” I’m honored he remembered me.
I bought this flower and forgot to ask its name – Damn. The flower lady told me to clip it everyday and it will open. We will SEE.
I can never resist having sunflowers around. Always makes me think of Van Gogh. Sharon got me the vase, featured here for an I Love You Gift. Don’t forget that everyday is Valentines Day.
We lost a bromeliad this year which Sam planted 7 years ago. It just fell over and died. The garden design was perfect, so we just had to replace it. Bromeliads, air plants/grapefruits, produce one flower and then die. Sam put in the original plant. With his green thumb, I hope this one lasts as long and brings as much joy to us and our humble garden.
Why do people adore these flowers? They hang peacefully and then droop when it is time to go. The viewer wants to know their relationship, but cannot. Venus, the goddess of love, sex, and beauty, felt so threatened by their beauty that she cursed the flower to decrease its appeal. They exude beauty and spread passion, even with their indifference to one another. Standing somewhere between lust and jealousy, no one can know how they really feel.
Having flowers around stimulates the creative cords in my brain. How restful and mindful. No time to consider what wasn’t or could have been. Negativity interruptus.
Lost a favored plant yesterday, a Bromeliad Imperialis. Very sad. It graced our simple, humble garden, providing class and style. No post mortem, yet, could have been water or insects. Doesn’t matter why; just too bad we lost it.
So, these bromeliads just sit where we place them. They are from the air plant family, too big for household entertainment. Some of their beauty lies hidden within, protected by layers of leaves. The flower once. In the end, bromeliads sometimes kill themselves trying to multiply, leaving a legacy, but no history. They are indigenous to Florida, withstanding the changes in weather and temperature, while lending exotic flavors to outdoor spaces.
Our gardner, Richard King who designed our simple plot with Sharon, lost one too, recently. We both will be finding replacements.
The most amazing plants abound in the rain forest. Some live just for a day. It’s cooler under the canopy and wetter. This flower looks to me like an Earth Angel. She posed for me.
Soon, Gene won’t be here and the plants will be all alone. No one will remember them.
A little childish, huh.
