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Sunday, November 1, 2009

"White Flowers"

I didn't explain this before so I have to apologize - the reasoning behind all those photos of flowers (other than the obvious fact that I like them) could possibly be attributed to a childhood memory - where every weekend, when it's my father's turn to do the market stuff because he likes it and he's not out driving cabs - he would purchase a bunch of flowers for my mother. It could be anything from a nameless weed flower to an orchid which could have been a wreath for a casket but he wouldn't have known any better, to him its a gorgeous flower and no other connotation is associated with it - and this mere act of thoughtfulness perhaps stuck with me, and will forever be etched in my memory.

Flowers. They are just the happiest, most beautiful thing.

And now I have an abundance of them in the garden, growing freely - some unnamed, some unknown, some more admired than others - but, in general, loved and adored. An ode to the happy times when money may have been an issue, but happiness and love, in the form of flowers, were never a scarcity.


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Scribe's Notes

This pitstop is where incoherent ramblings seem to have meaning, where things or events are thought of and assessed, where great things are documented and perhaps any not-so-good happenings are written down in attempt to be forgotten!

So from the diversely abstract to the intensely specific, it's off to making tracks, and it is here where it stops for a thought or two.

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