“It belongs to me. God told me if I painted it enough, I could have it,” she once said. “Yesterday, you could see every tree on it, and last night — I thought to myself — it is the most beautiful night of the world — with the moon almost full — and everything so very still,” Georgia O’Keeffe wrote in a 1944 letter about the locations she painted over and over again.
I am very different from Georgia O’Keeffe in just about every way, but I know the feeling she is writing about. Sometimes, a beautiful flower looks holy to me, and when I take a beautiful photo, it sometimes feels like it has been given to me. It just gets into my head and soul. Last week, I thought I was hearing “A Foggy Day In London Town” when my face was stuck in a bunch of flowers with my camera.
I don’t know which one I thought was singing to me; I was probably getting heatstroke.
I love your flowers Jon! They are a bright spot in my day!
Good to hear Josie I’m. Maria and I are thinking of you
It wouldn’t surprise me you hear singing when your that close to them. What surprises me is their choice of song 🙂 The either appreciate oldies or are sending signals hoping to get a “hit”. Much like the space scientists trying to reach other life in the universe. I’m not sure if I’m speaking tongue in cheek or not. Who knows what goes on in the flower world. You’ve got to watch those quiet ones .