Thursday, March 26, 2015

Wild About Flowers

Memories are built upon connections and associations, accounting for our sentimental nature. We hold onto things – old photographs, scraps of fabric, snippets of letters, pressed flowers – all because they remind us of people and places and adventures we’ve lived.

Once in a while we are fortunate enough to be in a moment and, at the same time, to know that moment is meaningful. Time slows down and yet our hearts beat faster, because we are acutely aware that this is a moment we will want to remember. We soak in every aspect of the experience, hoping to record the memory with all of our senses. 

My mother and I celebrated the warmth of spring this week. We took our usual ride to Montross for breakfast at The Art of Coffee. Meandering along the country road toward home, we both looked for signs of spring. The flash of yellow caught my eye and we circled back to see for sure. A field of daffodils blooming wild along the side of an abandoned house beckoned. I eased the car off the road and ventured to walk along the neglected garden path. Mom lowered the window of the car to watch. Looking back, I could see the breeze blowing her freshly permed curls as she watched me.  She looked so young and hopeful . . . years washed away by the change of the season. For just a moment, I was a little girl gathering flowers for my mother. 

I've been wild about flowers all week . . . posing and picture-taking.








16 comments:

  1. Each image is a work of art displaying the flowers in their best poses and light. The Calla Lily against the simple dark background is perfection - I love the two stems on the different coloured fabric. The terra cotta pot, though is my favourite. I am seeing a lot of Lenten Roses and now want some! how gorgeous are they? Thanks for the lovely tour around the countryside with you and your Mother ... always a delight to visit here Donna!

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  2. A girl after my own heart! Your flowers are beautiful. I, too, love photographing flowers. For one thing, they don't wrinkle up their noses and say, 'No!' What a great day for you and your mom to share.

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  3. breathtakingly beautiful...the posies and the prose...

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  4. So beautifully put together. The colors of the flowers and the different backgrounds make for striking photos.

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  5. Such lovely poses! I think the black and white is so striking. I can tell my flower photos will be taking on new poses this year. Loved your story. I was right there with you wondering if perhaps I would be doing the same thing if my mom was around. Precious.

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  6. Your last line about your mom gave me a little tear... it made me miss my mom... wish I was just down the road so I could pick her up and take her out for the day. And of course, enjoyed your stunning photos.

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  7. Such an amazing series of florals, Donna! Looking at them is like turning the pages of a rich botanical book...
    Your show us your flowers in their natural and bare beauty, no need, for most of them, of extra props, their inherent beauty is sufficient to itself...The backgrounds you've set for each of them enhance their beauty.
    You impress me with so many creative and inspired ideas of stunning settings...
    And besides the pleasure you give our eyes, it's another great enjoyment to read your lovely prose, written in in such a personal style with a subtle sense of nostalgia... following your thread from the first to the last word of your post. I love your presentation on memories, you show there your warm and loving heart for your mother... I loved reading your last words saying that you felt a little girl gathering flowers for her mother... this is so touching! Have a bright day Donna!

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  8. *Sigh* The moment you had with your mother is just breathtaking. And your photos are gorgeous I love the different styles ie. light and dark. Blessings to you! Sarah

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  9. I've been starved for flowers for two months, longing to buy tulips and now daffodils. But with The Worst Cat in the World I know my vase would be in the floor and the flowers carried all over the house. At least I can enjoy yours! My favorite is (you could guess) is the daffodils lounging against the vintage hankie (tea towel?). One day I too will be able to bring flowers back in the house . . .

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  10. Love your style but especially today, the words and the flowers really match your mood this week. Beautifully composed in such an artful way. Love the thoughts of your mom I know she had a great time also. Gorgeous each and everyone.

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  11. I especially like the images with the single flowers--they are so beautiful! And how wonderful that you were able to share special time with your mom! We need to treasure those moments as long as we can!

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  12. Love that moment you had with your mom. How wonderful, Donna! That feeling, that experience manifested itself so beautifully in your art this week. All the images are perfection, but that sunflower took my breath. Blessings,

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  13. Your story touched my heart...it so reminded me of doing the same as I drove my daddy around when I visited him in Virginia. His Alzheimer's didn't allow me to linger long...but when I would look back at the car and see him sitting there waiting...just melted my heart. The simplicity of these images just make my heart SING! Just outstanding photography that you continue to share with us. Thank you!

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  14. Oh my goodness, I sighed as each photo scrolled up....absolutely beautiful Donna, ! The black and white lilies are perfect! I loved your story about spending the day with your Mum, what a special time you both had :)

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  15. Each and every one of your photos have the WOW factor, Donna! So much gorgeousness. :)
    So glad you had such a marvelous moment with your mom. I wish my parents lived closer...

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  16. Exquisite images, Donna. And I so relate to how your mum reacted to the field of daffodils. Every spring the miraculous spring flowers bursting out of the ground fill my heart with gratitude and wonder. It really seems like a miracle how they bloom from nothing at a time when everything else around about seems totally bereft of life. All the best, Bonny

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