I took this photo recently because I loved walking by the wall in the alley daily and seeing the flowers cling and grow out of something that is meant to be lifeless.
There’s a metaphor in here somewhere, I thought as snapped the photo quickly.
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“Nature will persevere.”
“Beauty can be found in the most unlikely places…”
Yeah, there are loads. The truth is I have been waiting for a line of thought or an idea that would come along and flow from my fingers over the keyboard which would make me go “you know? That photo would be a good illustration for this.” That’s how a lot of my writing happens.
It hasn’t come yet. This isn’t that post. Tonight I’m sick and I’m tired and I feel kind of crappy and not very parental, or very adult, or very witty, clever or, for that matter, articulate.
But I really like the photo. Every time I look at it I feel a little bit proud of having snapped it. I don’t know why – I’ve taken loads of photographs, some terrible, some great, most kind of average. I don’t know what it is about this one that makes me feel better about my visual choices than others. But it does. The photograph makes me happy. And I sort of need that right now more than I need a perfect metaphor or a perfect story.
So have a nice photo that I took which I really like and I’m rather proud of. If this photo makes you think of a story, or a moral, or some kind of metaphor or philosophy, even better. If not, if you’re drawing a big blank looking at it… you’re welcome too. I still think it’s a nice photograph, just to look at. It doesn’t need any further meaning than that.
Also, it makes me think of a dinosaur footprint.
Ok, bugger off, everyone. I’m going to bed.
The Feathered Rose 