03-07-13 An Ordinary Rose

You may have noticed that I revisit the same subjects and scenes in my photography. It could be that I do that because I have limited access to new subjects and scenes. Or it could be that I both lazy and have limited vision. But it occurs to me this morning that, though there may…

02-22-13 Brachiation (Reprise)

TS Eliot was wrong. Februrary, not April, is “the cruelest month.” At least for me. Yes, the days are getting longer. Yes, the temperature ocassionally soars into the high 20s. But it is often in the heart of February that what I think is SAAD (seasonal affective disorder) hits me. And I lose my will…

02-14-13 Better Than the Real Thing

Red roses are a symbol of love in our culture. So sending roses is an act of love, I guess. And I’ll admit that fresh, red roses beautifully arranged are hard to beat. But they’re expensive. And they are ephemeral: if a fresh rose symbolizes love, what does a wilted, drooping rose suggest? I’m not…