In the brief blinding array of northern summer days, there comes one now and again when the skies are gray, when the clouds are low and dense and promise rain, when a brisk wind dances through the garden behind the little blue house in the village.On such days one watches with a dismay as the Asiatic lilies on their long lithe stems sway back and forth with a rhythm that has all the elements of ballet, and the fragrant petals of the blooms in the old rose garden tumble to earth in the wind.
I finish my mug of Darjeeling, and entranced by the vibrant swaying motion in the garden, I go out to view the choreography and capture a single image with the camera, knowing that a good clear image will probably evade me in the madcap breeze. Somehow or other, I find myself doing a free flowing cata of my own as I try to align my thoughts, my movements and the camera lens with the moving air and the flame colored dancing lilies.
If there is a word for this week and this day, then it has to be "motion", and it is amusing to think that if I had been giving any conscious thought to movement this morning, I would have been lurching and hopping about in the garden and not moving in harmony with the wind.
2 comments:
I found you via a rather circuitous route along the blogosphere, which fits quite nicely with your word for the day/week - motion. What a lovely place you have. The word for MY day/week is stillness - the summer heat is blasting down & we are all moving in slow motion.
I am glad to have made my way here & will be back. Many thanks.
Debi
What an interesting way to get in tune with your environment. The photo seems to reflect that you were in perfect harmony.
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