Some new thoughts from a aging old man. I sat in the warm sun in my wooded back yard, surrounded by beautiful violets. I am still recovering from my surgery and look to the sun for more healing. The flowers ask nothing and just make me smile. I am hoping to get better and stronger so I can find my place in the universe.
Special thanks to my lovely wife who continues to help me heal, also friends and family which with out I would be lost.
Instructional Photo Walk and Photo Shoot
Some snap shots taken at Crofts Farm in Cherry Hill, NJ given by the South Jersey Photography & Art Society.
Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you. ~Edward Payson Rod
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock. ~Henry Ward Beecher, Star Papers: A Discourse of Flowers
Why do people give each other flowers? To celebrate various important occasions, they’re killing living creatures? Why restrict it to plants? “Sweetheart, let’s make up. Have this deceased squirrel.” ~The Washington Post