Summer is a time of lush gardens, vivid colours, and overall vibrancy. So why am I posting a mocha-chocolate black and white, especially of a flower? I’m not entirely sure of the answer myself. Perhaps it’s because of the concern and worry with my father’s failing health or perhaps it’s as simple as the opposing emotion of joy — the joy from black and white photos that has always appealed to me.
Now that I’m back home from visiting with my dad, I need to immerse myself into work once again. There is a lot of catching up I have to do, yet I’m so distracted. Every time I sit down to my computer to work on a client’s album, I find myself uneasy. Uneasy, partly because of the emotional distractions but also because of that distraction I know I’m not putting 100% of myself into the work at hand. To help nudge me back into a working frame of mind I picked up my camera and took a few photographs. The peonies picked from my garden were my inspiration.
My mother always grew lush peonies and I can’t look at a peony without having incredibly fond memories of my dear mother. Peonies remind me of her soft, gentle ways, and the love she had for every living person, creature, and flower. Memories are as delicate as each of those opaque petals and I’m set on preserving those petals for as long as possible. So to honour the memory of my dear mom, here’s a pair of colourful lovelies.
What moments are you preserving today?