An Evanescent rose. I took this picture in late November 2015 at Santa Cruz, CA. I have a soft spot for roses. Is it because of their beauty despite the thorns? Or should I rephrase my question to, is it because of their beauty in having the thorns? I believe there are two perspectives. One can view the thorns as encumbrances. Another may view the thorns as added advantages. I like to think that the thorns of a rose demonstrate the strength of an otherwise seemingly fragile looking flower. I do not like to liken a rose to a woman or vice versa. But if anyone ever thinks of a woman as a rose, please also think of the thorns, that is, the inherent strength of a woman. No, women are not the weaker ones.
I suddenly feel that I must give you a poem. I have no original poem good enough for you. So I give you my translation of another poet from a distant land. I pray you are well and strong. I found your old picture in my long forgotten album. The same smile. The same wind-blown hair. The same frown as you look into the bright light. I really like this dream for a moment. A new Anticipation .
[A First Meeting] (translated by this blogger)
a beautiful dream and poem alike
perchance spontaneous musing
often in stunning moments revealed
I like this kind of dream
wherein we always begin afresh
slowly unhurriedly explaining all
forlorn time bygone feeling retold
restoring ecstatic gratitude of old
my heart overflowing with glee
because you are here with me
you smile as in years that flee
I really like this kind of dream
I know you have traveled thousands of miles for me
yet I feel like the fisherman who has stumbled into your world anew*
like we have just met afresh
[初相遇](original by a Mongolian painter and poetess Xi-Mu-Rong)
*The original phrase describing a beautiful scenery “fragrant grass and profuse fallen petals” was quoted from a fable about a fisherman who stumbled into a utopian world, written around 421 AD by Tao-Yan-Ming, a famous politician poet.
Weekly photos challenge Mirror
This picture was taken in December 2014 at a tropical aquarium. It was a day trip with a young and energetic enthusiast for fish and marine lives. It was a clear day and this pond was outside the aquarium. The reflection mirrored the trees and the sky above quite well despite the shallow pond. what I like is the way the reflection blends with the fish and the rocky floor beneath the water. The picture becomes somewhat like a painting not by man’s hands.
p/s: I have recently been told that the aquarium will be closed and the creatures relocated to somewhere else if any. A sad story. It does reflect the real life and its uncertainty, even to the fishes.
The subject of the worth of a mother is beyond being politically correct. Don’t let ideologies rob us of our senses. Without our mother where would we be? I decided to share these self-explanatory pictures about a mother because I am not a mother. I realize how much we owe our mothers and women who are mothers to bring human race into our existence and continue to sustain our survival. Mothers are irreplaceable. I respect a woman who opens her heart and bravely speaks from her motherly perspective as only a true mother does.
I trust Andrea Leadsom.