Quote of the day: “I believe in roses. And I believe in putting roses into a vase and sitting the vase on the table. I believe in getting lost and being found, I believe in going barefoot, and in laughter! My religion is to laugh at myself, whenever I can! I believe in the sunlight and in grey skies with big, beautiful clouds!”
Rose Play
Today, instead of looking for spring outside I continued my interior journey, searching for spring inside myself. I’ve been working on photos from my Hawaii trip,trying to pick the photos I want to use in an exhibit in May. And re-working the photo picks again and again because something is just not right.
Today, I decided to change tactics.
I realized that I’ve been thinking too much about what others would think and how they would judge my photos as I work on selecting the photos for my show. I’ve been totally frustrating myself by re-thinking and re-doing the selection process over and over because I’m just not certain what people will think.
Today, I selected photos one more time, but instead of looking at a narrow group of picks I had made before, I went back and reviewed the entire bunch of photos from my trip, this time picking only those photos that make me happy when I look at them.
Forget what others think. Forget trying to figure out what will sell. If I pick things that make me happy that’s the best I can do—my photos, my voice, my choice.
I like the photos I’ve picked this time around. Some are the same ones I’ve chosen all along, but others are kind of quirky and have personal meaning to me. The quirky, personal photos are new to the group. And now I feel that there is cohesion and the group of photos feels right to me.
Another lesson learned about being true to myself.
Since Minnesota still has freezing temperatures and snow-covered ground, I decided to photograph some of the roses in the bouquet that I bought yesterday. I was going to say that I splurged on them but really, I found them necessary.
Sometimes roses are necessities, at least for me. I looked and looked at other flowers but couldn’t find anything that smelled so sweet. The scent of a flower is as important to me as how it looks. One of the things I miss about Hawaii is the sweet scent of flowers in the air.
I love the time of year when the scent of flowers wafts through the air—apple blossoms, lilacs. Even the basswood trees in our back yard create a wonderful scent when they bloom in late June.
If spring is going to be late arriving this year in Minnesota, I will find substitutes until the real thing arrives, imagining sweet-smelling flowers and the greens of spring. Spring will arrive sooner or later.
More rose play
And more rose play
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