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Nikon D90, 52 mm (Nikkor 2.8D 35-70), F/22, CP filter, Gitzo Tripod, Bogen head, HDR2 processed in CS5 from 2 images 0 and -2 EV starting at 1/40 sec.; postprocessing in Camera Raw
These wild flowers were blooming all up and down the tracks in December (seems to me a bit odd blooming so late in the season) though weeds can be resilient as post-apocalyptic cockroaches; they just keep on keeping on, no matter the hand they’re dealt. Take their dirt away and give them a pile of rocks to grow in and they’ll find a way to make do and even bloom a pretty purple hue all the while they’re doing it. Most of us could probably stand to take something away of that example to emulate – I know I certainly could. I pray that as a people we learn to appreciate what is right in front of us before it simply slips away while we have our eyes on what we think will be better once we arrive where it is out there in some future moment. Like this beautiful old building, now ensconced firmly in the hands of developers. It’s like watching an old movie – being there with it. Walking around it, being inside it just takes me back to a time that was gone before I was born. Not everything is meant to be destroyed once past its time for being useful or convenient. Just because it didn’t seem worthwhile doesn’t mean we won’t wake up some morning after it’s gone wondering what the hell we were all thinking back then when we tore it down, or chopped it down, or bulldozed it flat to lay out another square mile of blacktop. Because if we don’t stop the madness soon, there will be nothing left but a few pretty purple flowers growing in the stones heaped up over our collective grave. We’ve been given a place to live together and look at what we’ve been doing with it. Look where blaming each other, hating each other has taken us. It’s time to finally do life differently. It’s time to be responsible to that extent where solutions are found. Complacency and condemnation are just opposite sides of the same destructive fist*. We have it in us to be better than we’ve been. We make that choice individually so that together we can take a different train along higher tracks to a compassionate destination. That’s a train I believe I’ll catch. What do you say? How about you?
*Regarding the judgment and condemnation so often present in activism, sages down thru the ages consistently agree that love is far more effective in encouraging change. Michael George King of the Insight Foundation writes, “I’m not saying you have to condone atrocity, but rather to hold that experience in unconditional love, tolerance, gratitude, appreciation and understanding because when someone is committing such an atrocity or aberation, as it might be viewed, but you are one with them, rather than polarizing with them and judging them, and you hold that resonance of oneness, that person and that situation will be illuminated and that person will no longer be able to act in the way that they were – their heart will not allow them to.”