“I wish people were all trees, and I think I could enjoy them —–,” Georgia O’Keefe.

“This line (the quote above) highlights human relationships’ desire for simplicity and tranquility. It suggests that if people were more like trees, with their steadfastness and peaceful presence, they would be easier to appreciate and enjoy. The quote implies a longing for a world where interactions with others are free from complexity, conflict, and pretense, allowing for genuine connections and a sense of harmony.”   — The Blinkist Team, “quotes to support the creative journey.”

This rang a bell with me. O’Keeffe’s flower photos were about a dream for harmony and peace. The blind and foolish were obsessed with the sexual implications of her work and seemed to have missed the point.

I hardly dare wish the same for my flowers, but to be honest, I do

I look forward to seeing you in the morning. Tomorrow, I plan to set up my new Substack weekly column on aging gracefully and hope to publish it soon. The aging columns can be read only through a paid subscription, hopefully a small amount. The blog will remain free and daily, as will my farm photos and stories,  flower photos, and pantry work. Donations are welcome.

This morning, I had my last visit with the cataract surgeon, who declared my sight perfect and the surgery a complete success. I’ve decided to get a prescription pair of glasses that work as computer and book reading glasses. I’ll wear a store-bought bifocal for driving and going outside. The prescription glasses will cost $675 and be ready in a week.
I’m looking forward to getting them and seeing you in the morning. I’m going to the local central school to take photos of the new site for the Pantry’s children’s backpack program. It won’t take long.

 

 

I’m learning about black and white; sometimes, it reflects the souls of things.

Ode to Georgia O’Keefe and her shingle and animal head painting.

 

 

Lily in the sun, the soft light of flowers

 

The last days of the raised bed flowers

Lily in the sun with me

They are dying, the Garden Bed flowers. They die beautifully.

Rocket in the sky.

 

 

 

 

My Flower Art Partner keeps me company. Zip is my associate flower photographer.