Flowers in winter. Not your usual winter. New flowers. Bright and pink. Growing in the cold. Growing in the swamp. To brighten the landscape. To brighten the day. To lift a mood. To make you smile.
Yes. I know that a lot of you are snowed in today. I know that the snow keeps falling for others. I know that the roads are frozen. It’s seasonal and predictable. Just like the heat of six months of summer is down here in the swamp. That’s also our rainy season. Our storm season. Our hurricane season.
You know what they say. It’s always something.
It’s just part of life. I say enjoy it. I like working in the rain. I used to work in the snow. I enjoyed that too. There are days when I wish I was doing that again. All of it eventually passes. Seasons change. So do we all.
The picture. A dog walk picture. She was sniffing around. I saw a bush full of flowers. I wasn’t going to make a picture. How many flowers have I photographed over the past couple of years? I’ve been repeating myself. At least by a factor of four or five times. The light was right. I saw the crop as I made the picture. I also saw the post production at the same time.
It’s a Sunday picture. A pretty picture. One that could hang on your wall. I could see this printed on aluminum or on glass. A really big picture. At least three feet deep. Hung in a sunny room where it would sparkle and shine. Think about it. The purchasing function is only a few days away. Patience.
Yeah, I know. What did the one buzzard say to the other buzzard? “Patience? Hell. Let’s kill something.”