Papaver – patricia emerson mitchell photography

I don’t write about my images, as is obvious. Maybe I should, but with a husband who writes so very well perhaps I’m a wee bit imitated! Or, more to the point, I’m pretty darn lazy. But I will write today. Maybe I’ll event write on other days. You never know!

I have a tendency to post pretty darn perfect flowers. And yes, I remove dirt spots if I didn’t see them when shooting the flowers. (I try very hard to post them as I saw them.) This one might not be considered perfect, though. It is aging. But wait. Just because it’s aging does that make it imperfect? Maybe I’m more sensitive to this because I’m clearly aging also. And maybe I need to look at flowers differently. Allow the beauty of aging and all that jazz.

When I was younger I vowed that I would “age graciously”, not realizing what I was saying. What I thought, of course, was that I would age differently! I wouldn’t have age spots. Nope, not I! I wouldn’t find tasks that used to be easy, like getting up off the floor, more difficult. Uh-uh. I was … well … I guess I thought I was special. Now that I’m in my senior years I have to laugh at younger me.

And I think I need to take photos of aging flowers. Because I now think they are beautiful. Yes, the stamen are no longer bright yellow. The red of the poppy is starting to fade. But really, now, isn’t it still beautiful!?