David Crook and I went to Butterfly Wonderland again in October, and here are a few of my photos. Enjoy!
Brother David Crook and I visited the magical Butterfly Wonderland in Scottsdale late in May this year. We’ve been there many times and always discover delightful changes/additions. This time I noticed new tropical flora, and couldn’t help but photograph some of it. I also had some fun editing the pictures and occasionally trying out new filters . . . just for fun.
Yesterday my brother, David Crook, and I went to Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix. We both have memberships. It is a magical place. Sounds strange, since most people don’t think of a desert area as magical, but trust me, it’s possible. Shapes, colors, textures, stages of life, cute little critters, chirping birds, shade tree areas . . . there’s so much. And on this day, Palo Verde blossoms blanketed much of the garden. Enjoy!
Yesterday my brother David Crook and I reveled in the stark beauty and promise we found at McDowell Mountain Regional Park near Scottsdale, Arizona. Too early for the carpeting of brilliant wildflowers and cactus blossoms, we still knew we’d find subjects for our cameras.
And we did. Mostly desert driftwood and dying trees. We rejoiced in the bleak beauty of the fallen (and falling) trees and cactus, fully aware that they were God’s gift to us on that day, and at that time.
After lunch, we went to our homes to view and edit our pictures. And began placing some of the best on Facebook.
“Guess you have to be there…really trying to appreciate the ‘beauty’ here…see a lot of dried up, prickly old things that I’d walk from the garden to the compost bin with…” said one of his friends on his Facebook page. And she’s absolutely right.
It’s all about perception and attitude. The compost bin isn’t a place of endings. In a sense, it promises new beginnings, doesn’t it? Now if she’d said “trash,” I might have had a different response.
One of the reasons that some dried up, prickly old things go out and photograph is to listen to and learn from their Creator.
This describes me and David. We can’t help but experience our surroundings in fresh, new ways. We “see” with our imaginations, we “hear” with our hearts. We sense and appreciate history as well as the future.
The future? How can that be?
God is the Supreme Storyteller. And there is no end to the variety of his presentations.
Peeking up through the hard-packed landscape were a few bright pink owl clover, lavender lupine, and feisty yellow brittlebush blossoms.
Plus the occasional sage-green coffeebush. A lavish carpet preparing to burst into full bloom at the right time. Promise. Even hope.
By the time we’d finished shooting and headed to Fountain Hills for lunch, we were, in perhaps a strange way, satisfied with what we photographed and saw.
Lord, let me learn from this old tree
That there is dignity in loneliness,
Beauty in broken branches,
Strength in twisted, storm beaten torso.
Help me to understand that underneath,
If roots go deep enough,
No storm can wreck the life
That from them reaches to the sky.
Help me to remember
Where God has placed me.
I appreciate David’s friend for the realistic reminder that a compost bin is not just an end, but a promise of new beginnings.
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