6.22.2014

love like wildflowers

 
I've been thinking, and reading (finally!). I found a favorite place and Eileen left for camp before we could venture back, so I went alone. I admit, maybe it wasn't the best idea, considering that it is literally in the middle of nowhere, but oh, that's the best part. I drove down the crude and windy gravel road, turned off my car and anxiously paced around before calming down. I came to a conclusion while I was there that sometimes I make up danger, sometimes I'm too paranoid. In fact, the last time that we went, Eileen walked into someone's front yard to get some pictures (admittedly, that wasn't the best idea, but I applaud her bravery). Sure, danger surrounds us, and it's some kind of miracle that we continue to avoid it on a daily basis, and that makes me sad, it does. So I drove, to this middle-of-nowhere place, and I watched the trees, I stood in the middle of a bi-way, and then I found a field of wildflowers. I love it there, there were a few moments that felt so wonderful that I just stood there and smiled, listening to the wind rustle the leaves. I wasn't there for too long, but it was long enough to get an ant bite and encounter a boy driving a truck who asked me if I was okay. That was nice, really. And the best part was that when he saw my camera, he said "oh", as if having a camera around your neck is the universal sign that you're obviously a photographer on a mission and you are totally okay. 
 
Also, I've noticed through all of these pictures how people tend to like wildflowers, despite their ruggedness or "I'm gonna grow everywhere" thing. They're all over, and from my life experience, they're widely appreciated. Let me just point out that many wildflowers have thorns, give you rashes, grow wildly and freely and have absolutely no boundaries; they grow under sidewalks, through cracked ground, after storms. I love them. I figure nearly everything is here to teach us a lesson, and I often think that wildflowers are a demonstration of how love should be; flawed, beautiful, forever-growing, wild, blooming, struggling and then overcoming. Just a thought.
 
-ryan

4 comments:

  1. ahh, wildflower fields are my favorite. and that third to last frame, my heart.
    solo adventures have an element that i just love, although adventures with friends are every bit as much fun. ;)

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  2. I am so with you about love + wildflowers. {in other words, this is wonderful}

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  3. Wow. Everything about this post is beautiful. Your words are so...ughh, just perfect. Gorgeous. Lovely.

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