Remember back with me if you can, to when grandma would have those delicious, juicy tomatoes straight off the vine (from her garden) and place them in kitchenwindow to ripen.
In our little downtown Savannah apartment, the kitchen has no window. Well, actually the window is sealed and covered with shelves. So very DYI Channel I guess.
So what to do?
Well… Our bathroom has two very large windows that let in the awesome afternoon sun.
Reflection Photography
Any shot, no matter what type of photography genre, that uses a reflective surface.
Reflections may be just what we need today! Lets charge ahead as we examine how we see things in reflections around us.
Sometimes it is good to go back and reflect on the good things in life! Like my blog… Like my husband… Like a reflecting pool at the botanical gardens!
I get so much joy out of the connections I have from blogging and the countless photos from my life. This day was particularly good because in the botanical gardens there are endless flowers and plants to “snap“, but I got to “see” what always before me. Neal (NealEnjoy.com) reflecting back in such clear detail like “look at me!“, “I was here all the time!“
I love escaping to the “Happy” places in photos and remembering the joy I have before me!
Reflecting back on a fun day at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens.
Neal: “Oh Hi there reflection of me!”
Neal: “I’m sorry if I haven’t taken the time to be kind to you today.”
Are you with me? Let's play around as we "Reflect"!
What are somethings you feel like reflecting on? Or maybe you need to look back at again? To look closer and see this time...
Every city has its hidden gems – one of Savannah’s is an alley tucked away from the mainstream touristy routes. Just off Abercorn Street and around the corner from Colonial Park Cemetery lies a magical place that its residents find a cool breeze after work. Sheer intoxication of fragrance bodes relaxation amongst the floral overload that somehow absorbs the troubles of the busy day which are just past either entrance to the alley. Never truly having the harsh light of day exposing its contents to hot Savannah, the alley envelopes those lucky few who find her in a refreshing calm most of the day.
Ferns, flower pots, and tropical leaf plants almost hide the pale blue seats, tables and even the swinging bench that bid on-lookers a closer, deeper investigation. Pails containing an assortment of bottled “aahhh!” are within reach of the nearest table shaded by another fern plant. Hanging in artistic fashion, pane-less window frames allow seekers a clear view into a glimpse of an urban Eden not placed here by God but by a lovely Savannah transplant affectionately named “Pinky”. She lovingly tendsthe garden, introducing weary trespassers to her blissful corner of Savannah.
What caught my attention as I passed the familiar respot on my way to a favorite coffee spot that morning was the symbol of our nation’s strength and freedom draped splendidly from the flowering vine and plant-laden steel catwalks of the ajoining apartment complexes which share the alley. I had to stop as I did a double take before being drawn again to the oasis of rest I had shared with close friends and my soulmate. Morning sun rays pierced the flag’s woven polyester and nylon threads that reminded me soberly of the sacrifice given by brave men and women. Yet that very day other Americans effortlessly, thoughtlessly, irreverently carried out their plans of backyard fun, meat-laden grilling, beer drinking and beach frolicking in the name of “Happy Memorial Day!” Happiness not earned nor in memory given to those fallen.
Yeah, it gets my goat! But I know true service and the burden it lays upon the families of those who lost loved ones and brothers-in-arms. As I pointed my camera upward taking the picture, I thanked God and Pinky for my Memorial Alley Garden.
I accept his challenge to ask myself (to consider) these questions whenever I need a dose of joy. Let me sit here in this beautiful garden and ponder!
My top question… number 1. Just how important is it?
Sometimes I have to let things go just for the sake of being (staying) “in the moment”. Emotions, attitudes, choices. Are they really that important for my well being right now? Probably not, most definately not!
Sometimes it is good to go back and reflect on the good things in life! Like my blog… Like my husband… Like a reflecting pool at the botanical gardens!
I get so much joy out of the connections I have from blogging and the countless photos from my life. This day was particularly good because in the botanical gardens there are endless flowers and plants to “snap“, but I got to “see” what always before me. Neal (NealEnjoy.com) reflecting back in such clear detail like “look at me!“, “I was here all the time!“
I love escaping to the “Happy” places in photos and remembering the joy I have before me!
Reflecting back on a fun day at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens.
Remember back with me if you can, when grandma would have those delicious, juicy tomatoes straight off the vine (from her garden) and place them in kitchenwindow to ripen.