As I mentioned in my last post, the November market has a completely different feel from the spring and summer market. However, there are a few blooms here and there that are quite lovely. I can’t walk past a flower without stopping to catch a shot. Here are the flower shots that came home with me today. Enjoy!!
Unseasonably warm today. Odd this Michigan Fall. A few faithful, hard-working farmers still line the market stalls but are outnumbered by wreath and holiday decoration vendors. The fire pit burns in shed 4 crackling with sweet smelling smoke. The French farmer with turkeys and rabbits was back. But I think it’s winding down for me until the spring. Here are my last few shots of Eastern Market in 2009.
The divine blue print in the plant kingdom astounds me. Perfection. Grace. Glamour. All within these petals. A blanket of harmonious color that comforts my soul. A joyous call to rejoice in the beauty of life. A reminder that there is a divine presence that permeates every cell. A true visual blessing that resonates in the lingering fragrance. This flower soothes my soul as I surrender to it’s celestial aura.
Reflections of color. Soft. Smooth. Harmonious. Subtly identifiable. Petals that blend harmoniously. As beautiful out of focus as in focus.
Eyes are the window to the soul. Happy. Pensive. Expressive. Eyes mirror inner beauty and desire. They sparkle with a smile. They bleed despair when the soul cries out in pain. Eyes can carry on a conversation without saying a word, ie., look into these eyes. What do you hear?
I’m going with the flow. This wave of warmth that has descended upon Michigan is delightful. Michigan is full of surprises, but maybe that’s what I love about this place in the midwest. Just when you pull out the winter coats and wool sweaters, you almost have to revisit shorts and polo shirts. Either way, it’s fine with me.
November and in the seventies. What a treat. It was only the holiday wreaths and burning logs that confirmed Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away. Still plenty of color and fresh garden fruits and vegetables at the market. Here goes…
Ivory. Winter White. There is a quietness, a softness, a sense of calm with this color. Like the first snowfall. Peaceful. Beautiful. Delicate. The whisper of an angel blessing. A delight that lingers.
Up close. They are perfectly geometric. Balanced. Sharp. Really sharp. I wonder why roses have thorns. I even researched the answer, and there isn’t one. Roses just have thorns. That’s how they are. So here are some of the up close thorns I captured…
Pink. The color of HOPE. Healing. Promise. I admit, pink is one of my favorite colors. Just the mention of pink floods my mind with visions of cotton candy, raspberry sherbert, bazooka bubble gum, roses, silk and lace, summer chintz, survivors, and so much more. I bonded with these pink lillies at the market. When you discover a flower or flowers that speak to you in a language you understand, it’s hard to separate. Strange, I know, but true. The conncection here was heart to heart…and here’s what we have to share…
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