Today we had an '"assignment" or exercise while in a garden, to try and make pictures there of metaphors. Not easy, I can admit. Photographing flowers is alright, and I do make my share of those-sometimes to get them out of the way I know. I walked around this lady's yard and it was full of flowers and decorations-just a huge place. I had to just soak it in first, to try and see what was really there. Light was okay. These three flowers were the first thing I noticed as Doug talked of the exercise, and I just thought about life and death-maybe too easy, but it was right there.
Again-oh suprise, a fern! I know, I just connect with them in some strange way-maybe because I crawl around in the woods and swamps all the time. I like their shape and tenacity. This lone fern looks captured by the fence and maybe defying it also.
This last picture I made was as we were walking down the street to leave-I had noticed "diggers hotline" spray paint and pin flags marking power lines right through parts of the garden-so something was going to getripped up here. I thought the shadows of the wildflowers on the blacktop and tar told a story about "progress" in a way.