Why am I starting a blog post yelling at you? I have no idea.
I just wanted to ask you something.
Do you know what relaxes me?
The tears of angels shed at a world that has yet to learn the lessons of history, thus consigning itself to a dystopian future fit for a YA novel with follow-up movies starring Chloe Grace Moretz…
That’s right, my friends: FLOWERS.
I often expect people to look at me askance when I mention I like flowers. In the days I’ve spoken of this fondness for sundry magnoliophyta with various guy friends, the inevitable next question would be, “Are you gay, dude?” And given my tendency toward flippancy, I’d always have to reply with, “What if I was? Does that make you uncomfortable?”
As an aside, happy belated pride to my LGBTQIA family out there. Even in these potentially dire times, with a new Supreme Court Justice’s pending nomination, confirmation, and ascension to the highest bench in the land, I got your back! Seriously.
Getting back to my point: I love flowers (even as I don’t know the names of many flowers). That’s why I take lots of photos of flowers. They’re artful, they’re beautiful, and they take my mind to a world without the various determinants of civilization and technology. Mind you, I thoroughly enjoy civilization and technology, but those things do not deliver to one the peace and connection with the universe that can be found simply through observing flowers, plants, and all the diverse wildlife Gaea has to offer.
So what do I have for you today?
These are flowers shot at Will Rogers Park in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Not my best works, but it was hot enough that day to make me believe that climate change is a thing. I’m kidding. Climate change is a thing.
I hope you enjoy. Please let me know, in the comments, what you think, whether you hate them or love them. Or, if you just want to chat, tell me the good word.