my papa
my papa [what i started calling my grandpa when i started talking]. he would have been 95 today. he passed away a few days before his birthday about 5 years ago.
i had a very special relationship with him. i think of him often. especially when i'm fixing things. while my grandmother most certainly nurtured the crafting and making nature in me directly, my grandfather nurtured my curiosity - my ability to problem solve. and if there is one thing that is inherently true about art making - you need to be able to problem solve. [i tell my students this all the time].
i really do wish he could have met the little. i think he would have delighted in her. her humor. her confidence. i wish she could ride around in the car with him and have him teach her how to spell [like he did me]. but i look forward to telling her tales about him. and only a few of them will be tall [which he would approve of].
and in other news. i do have news. and i want to try and re-habit this space. so soon.
in the meantime apparently i'm really into the beauty of summer. i can't stop shooting flowers.
see what i mean??
oh ! another post on poppytalk . my collection grows. [if only it weren't virtual.]
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I really enjoyed the art work you shared on poppytalk. Never have known about that artist before I now want to see more of her work. THANKS!
P.S. Hi! The Land of Entrapment (which I've heard several times since landing here) is wonderful. But I totally see what everyone was talking about- culturally it's pretty isolated... hmmm. Something to work on. I hope you've had some nice summer moments, I was sorry to here about your pup passing. That's always really hard. :(
and your floral images...whoa!nice!!
enjoyed the link from a recent post in regards to public/private...artists--such tormented souls we are!
g xo
Your flower shots are wonderful. I've been thinking of photographing flowers more often. I really should.
A little tear came to my eye reading this as this nurturing of things in the world is something that my dad did with me when I was a child. Unfortunately he passed away when I was eight and I think this knowledge is something that I really missed when I was growing up.
However, I passed it on to my daughter when she was little and I love the way that little ones process all this information.
I too wish my dad could have met my daughter as he would have really loved being with her.
Your photos of flowers at the end of this post are really beautiful x.
Mine have been the only thing keeping me going on bad days and photographing them keeps me happy in an ongoing way. I'm always amazed by the infinite variety they seem to have. Just when I think I've understood what I have in the garden, in all it's forms, I discover a multitude of new variations that only present themselves in certain seasons or weather. Endlessly fascinating and means that I get a thrill each time someone else takes a photo of a plant I know, showing it in yet another light. Especially loved your shot of the poppy as it's one of the colours dominating my garden just now, popping amongst the greens, but my poppies got munched by some critter.