Starting today, I need to forget what’s gone. Appreciate what still remains and look forward to what’s coming next.
I spotted this quote this week while poking around on line and it stopped me in my tracks. This week has been a tough one for me. My dad’s sister passed away on Tuesday after a long and painful battle with ALS. One of the ladies I interviewed for my Many Faces of Elgin book also passed away after a long battle with heart disease. There are a thousand would have, should have, could haves wrapped up in our lives. When someone we care about dies, all of those thoughts flood to the front of one’s mind.
However, this quote reminded me that I cannot go backward. There is much joy in the world and still much work to be done. It has helped me to focus on the good in my life again, which has been lacking a bit lately.
That all brings me to today…
Our subdivision butts up to my father-in-law’s retirement community. I love that he lives two minutes from us, but I also really love the landscaped grounds of his community. There are countless photo opportunities. My personal favorite is the huge beds of irises that blossoms for a short time each spring. Right around Mother’s Day I start stalking the beds near my favorite walking path.
This year the school year ended earlier, so I was even more hopeful of getting a chance to shoot them. However this year spring was wet and chilly. I was starting to think that I was not going to see them…or that I might miss them. Then, I spotted a bunch of them in neighbors’ yards and figured they must be getting close to blooming.
I rode my bike past the beds a few times and it looked like I might have just missed them. I was so bummed. This morning I decided to take one last swing by the beds to see if anything had come up. To my joyful surprise, there were sprouts of purple throughout the bed! I was so excited that I bolted home as quickly as I could and grabbed my camera. I only had fifteen minutes before I had to get on the road to an eye doctor appointment.
I can only imagine what the actual residents in that area are thinking when they see me rolling around in and around the beds. I am grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. I compose. Balance. Snap. Review. Balance. Recompose. Focus. Snap. Review. Those quick fifteen minutes were medicine for my soul. Every year the colors are slightly different or the light is shining at a slightly different angle.
Enjoy this selection of images that I made this morning. As I sit here writing, we are in the middle of round two of torrential downpours. I don’t know if any of the blooms will be left tomorrow! So grateful that I was able to get some time in with them today. Tomorrow there will