It seems that blooming where one is planted (or transplanted as the case may be) is easier said than done. Sprouting new roots and allowing them to take hold requires time and patience, and success is never guaranteed. The terrain feels different and strange. Familiar landmarks have disappeared to be replaced by … what?? It’s hard in the beginning to imagine where new touchstones will be found, what it will be that eventually anchors us in this seemingly barren environment. Yet, if we could be on the outside looking in at our own situation, we would see that it is vibrant with possibility, that creative space exists all around us, and that it is ours to landscape.
My pic, Mom's words.
I was out on the beach taking pics of little boys and waves and grown-ups braving the rainy dreary weather, and I literally didn't even see this rose until I nearly stumbled over it. My first thought was, "Where did that come from?". Then "Is that real?" So I leaned over and felt it, and yes, it was real. Who put it there? Why? Was it a good thing, someone happy about that spot? Or was it a bad thing, a memorial to a heartbreak moment? I had no way of knowing, obviously, but even tho Mom said no flowers, this was not a flower shot. And I think she agreed.
What a great find and a beautiful narrative from both you and your Mum. I see quite a sad photo here. I could also see me putting a red rose in the sand too for my daughter who died almost 2 years ago. Zoe loved red roses and a walk along a deserted beach is so therapeutic.
A lone rose in the sand definitely inspires questions, wonderings. The way you composed the image is so pretty with all that empty sand around it and the vast expanse of water beyond. Enjoyed both yours and your mom's thoughts.
P.S. Thanks for your compliment on the rusty chain tree yesterday. If I knew how to weld, I do believe I'd make the shape a permanent thing but I don't so the links are back in a pile in the shed. It was laid out flat on the ground atop some boards for the photo. It's a good thing I was working with something heavy because the wind was ridiculous.
gosh, my first thought was, I wonder how long it will last. This picture has a Rorshach test qualitiy to it; which I guess really complements your Mom's words since there are so many possibilities of what could spring into a viewer's head.
Not a stereotypical flower image indeed. This is just wonderful and your mom's words to cap it off...amazing. Really great image. I particularly appreciate the care you took in composition having no distractions in the image. Just a lone rose stuck in the sand on a bare beach. Very powerful.
December 20th, 2014
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