“Some day when we’re dreaming, deep in love, not a lot to say, then we will remember things we said today.” The Beatles. Things We Said Today. It took me three days to remember the tune and the lyrics. I kept thinking of “don’t have much to say”—which kept sliding into “I see my Marianne walking away.” Wrong song. Wrong band.
But I knew there was something tasty hovering at the edges of my memory, and early yesterday evening, and oh what a lovely feeling, the bit that had been pestering, pestering me was resolved. I sang it to myself, I sat down and typed the line up, then searched, and found that I hadn’t misremembered a thing. Such a beautiful song. Kind of like gently placing crabapple, cherry blossoms, fresh pine over my entire face, until everything is caressed away but the leaves, the petals, the soft, soft fruit-to-be.
The first image shown here was the last one created for the very cherry series and the only photo taken indoors; yet it seems to fit in this floral procession. The crabapples and cherries live close to my home and do, in fact, bend down near the sidewalks so I can reach up and hold them gently. The pine trees, too, are low enough to touch, and their portrait was taken from that slightly dizzying angle.
Gratitude to all for gracing my life and a fierce wish that my transformations do them justice, even communicate similar impressions of delicious, delightful immersion. If you’re viewing this on a tiny screen, and somewhere you still have a desktop, flatscreen, big-screen connected to the net: take a minute to switch. Then open up each image in a new window and let it fill the screen. This way, you may come closer to their full potential. They won’t have any scent, but they still may be sensational.