Who wrote the instruction book on assembling drops of dew on Lady Mantle?
That you could do this like this.
That you could do this like this.
How Iris took her drink. Straight up.
How Iris took her drink. Straight up.
She had gone to seed. An expression from my youth. Lumpy. Bumpy. No longer attractive...
She had gone to seed. An expression from my youth. Lumpy. Bumpy. No longer attractive. Past prime. But, oh the whisperings in a garden. She is not. Done. Yet.
The greenhouse version of bodice ripping.
The greenhouse version of bodice ripping.
Anemone of the Garden
Anemone of the Garden
I remember swirling a skirt just so. I feel it in my body...
I remember swirling a skirt just so. I feel it in my body. That time when that was a movement full of freedom. As a child. And I find myself recognizing I have not made that movement in my body. When was the last time? I am filled with an old lady's nostalgia. These embodied memories.
I think about a friend who has had to teach her dark skinned children what to do in a car when stopped by the police. Where to put their hands. How to make eye contact. What movements to make. Don't put your hood up. No hoodies walking home. Embodied memories required to keep them safe. I have not had to teach this to my children.
And I had to sit with this. Though the drops of light rain were near perfection in my eye...
And I had to sit with this. Though the drops of light rain were near perfection in my eye,
to someone else it would be something to wipe away. It would be seen as a problem to be solved. I had to sit with this.
'It's rainy and dreary' I said. The beloved ripped the blankets off and said...
'It's rainy and dreary' I said.
The beloved ripped the blankets off and said, 'Get your ass in gear.'
Thank you.
Are you thirsty? Here is water.
Are you thirsty? Here is water.
Best I live here. Where I am dumbstruck.
Best I live here. Where I am dumbstruck.
Every lupine leaf cradles a drop of water this morning...
Every lupine leaf cradles a drop of water this morning. Every single leaf has this glowing centerpiece. A fresh bowl of dew collected from non-stick leaves. Intelligent design.
And another quotation from Georgia O'Keefe...
And another quotation from Georgia O'Keefe.
'When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.'
Gotta' love her spunk.
Iris to Iris
'I hate flowers- I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.' -Georgia O'Keefe
'I hate flowers- I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.'
-Georgia O'Keefe
This quotation surprised me, I'll admit.
All I can say is Ms. O'Keefe may never have tried to photograph a flower with a macro lens in the wind.
An iris never seems to stop half way deciding it's to become a poppy or a petunia...
An iris never seems to stop half way deciding it's to become a poppy or a petunia. I certainly haven't seen any evidence of this. Still I struggle to remove my camera lens or find it, lost in some crevice or forgotten pocket wondering if I should just go back to bed.
I thought when I was 10 and struck in the chest by the grief of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s assassination that we'd get somewhere in my short lifespan toward holding the truth of our racism.
I thought when I was 10 and struck in the chest by the grief of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s assassination that we'd get somewhere in my short lifespan toward holding the truth of our racism.
Beyond capacity for one more WTF
Beyond capacity for one more WTF
As much a mystery, although so much more elegant, as someone in a position of power tweeting the words LOOT and SHOOT in the same sentence...
As much a mystery, although so much more elegant, as someone in a position of power tweeting the words LOOT and SHOOT in the same sentence. If it was a sentence. Dismayed doesn't come close. I go to every rose in the line and listen and whisper 'Do you know the answer?' And they remain silent, overwhelming my words.
Rosary Beads
Rosary Beads
Measured response.
Measured response.