These flowers used to be permanent fixtures in my small garden. I had the lone shrub for years and it produces such lovely white flowers every year. Some months ago, the leaves slowly turned yellow then they dried up to brittle brown ones. This afternoon, my son and I decided to finally put it to rest so what is left now is a small stump of the trunk.
My gardenia is gone. All I have left are random photos of its flowers. Funny but I still could smell their heady scents from here.
It’s been a while since I last posted something here. Been updating my main blog though Dreams and Escapes regularly now. You can see it at the right corner of this blog.
I’ve been busy for a while and just forgot to update this site. Hopefully, by the time I am done with my free limit at Dreams and Escapes, I would be able to update this blog regularly. Here is something that I’ve tried experimenting with yellow and white chrysanthemums on a plate of glass emerged in water. It’s not your usual flower arrangement but they last longer.
Flowers are the nicest things to see aside from my small garden. I usually buy a bunch when we go to the wet market. It is cheaper that way.
Do you grow flowering plants too? What do you have in your garden?
Sometimes I do get to places just when God’s ready to have somebody click the shutter. ~Ansel Adams
Can a camera truly capture a moment in time? I just could not resist WordPress’ topic for today because I love photography. I maybe an amateur in the field but one does not need to be that good behind a camera if you have a nice subject to freeze forever. You need a good eye though in capturing the essence of something as simple as a leaf or a bloom. In fact, I have another blog here which I called Colors, a collection of my earlier shots in various places on different subjects. I love to dabble in macro photography. There is something so wonderful about capturing minute details of a flower (my favorite subject) and seeing it as one perfect bloom, unblemished by the elements of nature.
And didn’t I say that it is an ongoing love affair for me? A few clicks here and there, knowing that in a spur of the moment, some scenes may change and you wish you had captured those cotton candy clouds or if you are lucky, a bird in solo flight. And what you have caught on film becomes a memory to treasure. Have you ever had that feeling of oneness with the whole world while looking at some photographs you took a few years back? Do you remember how the moment was? Sometimes, it makes you smile. Yes, a camera can capture a moment in time.
If you are reading this, you can also visit my Colors blog, just click the above link I posted here. Thanks.
He walks –
And his feet lead to the green door
He sees familiar sites
The rose arbor, the trellis he made before
He knocks –
And waits patiently
He asks himself
When did I come here last?
He feels that sudden knot of fear
Regrets come late
Remorse is an even bitter pill to swallow
Am I late, he asks?
The door opens
And he sees a stranger.
I am…..he says
Come in, the stranger answers.
The decor has changed
And the pictures are gone
Is this…..he could not go on
She died a year ago.
The stranger says.
She could have waited.
If you said you were coming back.
She could have told you.
She has never forgotten.
A decade –
Days and months of waiting
Even a loving heart
Sometimes feel tired
Even a happy soul
And love, long after it’s neglected
Dies a natural death too.
He retraces his steps
A solitary man
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has
given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy.
~Hamlin Garland, McClure’s, February 1899
Every time I see cloud formations like these, I am reminded of this wonderful quote from Rabindranath Tagore:
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Then I begin to sing;
♫♪♫♪See the clouds adrift so far below
Ever changing as they come and go;
Makes me wonder why I’m up so high
When really I am down so low
Of all the wonders I was one allowed
I think that I would always choose a cloud,
Always bring my feelings right out loud,
Whether I’m ashamed or proud.♪♫♫♫
It makes me wonder what life is all about. Took this shot in front of our house. You can view it in large format.
It’s one of those attempted macro shots that I like. I used to grow American climbing roses in shades of red and pink. This reminds me of The Little Prince, that lovely book of Antoine de Saint-Exupery.