I’m playing hooky from work to see “Oppenheimer” in a Vermont theater 5 minutes away. Maria has a belly dancing class tonight, she’s not sure she wants to see it,  and if the movie is as good as I think and expect, we can go see it this weekend, probably in Williamstown.

I imagine I’ll be happy to see it again. And I could use the afternoon off.

I know the movie will not be cheerful or uplifting, but neither is life all of the time.

I want to be positive, but I never want to hide from reality. I’ve read almost everything written about J. Robert Oppenheimer, a genius who changed the world and was tormented by his achievement for the rest of his life.

Whenever I think about the bomb, I also think about what would have happened to the world if the Nazis had gotten their first.

It will probably be too late tonight when I get back to write a coherent essay about the movie; if I decide to do it, I’ll do it in the morning after some sleep.

In the meantime, here are today’s flower photos. My garden bed is making a beautiful comeback, and I hope to capture every bit of it.

I went deep into the souls of the flowers this time.

Art flowers in the morning.

I don’t have time for captions; the flowers speak for themselves.

Special thanks to my Lisanthus flowers; they are leading the charge back to color and character.

Have a good and meaningful day, and thanks again for your good words and support.