It is the power of our senses that offer such inspiration to the creative within us and my taste buds often rise to treat me with such.
Honeydew, to me, tastes and feels like summer. I’m easily transported on a rainy day to the sunny shores of a lakeside getaway.
No matter the season, no matter the day, our senses have the power to take us away, to a memory we cherish or perhaps to where our imagination comes out to play.
I captured this image at twilight along a local trail as the blooms seemed to be dancing with the last bits of sun.
I captured this image within the gardens of Elizabethan Gardens on Roanoke Island in North Carolina. The statue, one created by artist Maria Louisa Lander, is that of Virginia Dare, the first English child born in the New World. Her rendition is that of her imaginative design of what little Virginia would have looked liked as a woman. For those of you unfamiliar of the mysterious story of Virginia and the Lost Colony, read more here.
What I didn’t know, until recently, is the extraordinary history of all this piece endured before finding its final resting place within the gardens. The artist created this piece in Rome over a fourteen month period and upon its completion in 1859, it was placed aboard a ship and in 1860 began its journey to the United States. The ship, however, sank off the coast of Spain where the statue remained at the bottom of the sea for two years until Lander paid to recover it.
Once recovered, the buyer of the statue died from a fire in his home but thankfully the statue was recovered and found its way back to Ms. Lander’s possession where it remained until her death in 1923, leaving it to the state of North Carolina.
It then sat in a public building in Raleigh where it soon received complaints because of its nudity and ultimately was placed in a basement then later to a state auditor’s office. It was here that the piece repeatedly suffered vandalism by way of mockers applying lipstick to her.
Her journey wasn’t finished yet though. In 1938 she was crated up and sent to the director of what is now the famous play “The Lost Colony” on Roanoke Island where she survived a flooding and then later was moved to his home in Chapel Hill where she remained crated until the 1950’s when upon his death it was donated to what is now her home, The Elizabethan Gardens.
One hundred years after her creation and harrowing journey, she is a beautiful addition to the Gardens surrounded by live oaks and flowers that beckons you to sit a spell and take in the history and the beauty that Roanoke Island and the Elizabethan Gardens offers.
my plainness dreams in color from the burrows of its gray
my dullness reaches for the sun but becomes distracted by the raven’s wing
my quiet screams in novels yet refrains its syllables for the knowing oak’s embrace
my eau de nil grows thicker despite the worldly weeds that stay
captured this image during a visit with my camera to a cemetery (like i often do when traveling to someplace new) i find much comfort when walking through the quiet of a cemetery. it brings upon me a melancholy of moods where i am reminded just how short life is for us all. how so many of us spend it declaring oneself plain, boring, unworthy, (i struggle with this still). it is much easier said than done to recognize we are all different, we all offer something unique within ourselves that no one else possesses. but recognize it we must.
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the scent that bemoans me of a dying rose
not of death inferring, but of life preserving
through its folds it clutches senses
charting courses through darkened, rusted fences
or atop mountains shedding waterfalls as a love commences
unyielding layers, partaking of endless shades anew
unfurling through time, a slow peruse
all in a smell, as my imagination ensues
inspired by the roses my daughter received for her graduation, i captured these images and as the scents enraptured my senses, the thoughts came. how beautiful a dying flower is to me. how even in its seemingly decay, behind the scenes, beneath the folds, life still breathes.
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the quiet lean of a lover’s need
reveals itself in steps unseen
for love is sure, a patience that rests between
the twilight flecks of painted citrine
to scarlet lights standing guard, flooding shade so as to offer the way
beyond night’s odyssey, where it awakens, setting sail to a new day….
Daniela Spector–Life Long Odyssey
Captured these images near and at the site of Old Point Comfort Lighthouse that stands guard along the Chesapeake Bay. As the second oldest lighthouse in the bay and still operational, it’s characteristic red light appeals to the romantic in me. Can you not imagine two lovers being separated by the sea and he, through raging waters awakens to the light of her heart warming his sea-chilled skin, calling out to him, leading him to safer waters, to shore, to her waiting love.
I hope you enjoyed the journey and a special thanks to Laura lauradenise.home.blog for inspiring me to combine my love of poetry and photography in this piece. Her “walks” are healing wonders!
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the leaves were on fire
drunk from a bokeh sun
curving to the harvest moon
longing to come undone
in quiet repose each did
let down their hair and run
with no want of looking back
with fascination having won
-image taken by me of freshly cut tiger lilies gifted to me. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here
as rains grew greater,
the night, freckled moonstones of desire
became drunk upon the crackling blush laid bare upon its hearth
sun-kissed cheeks answered to the fervent flames
whilst shadows disowned patience to dance the stories of their day
-image taken by me of Queen Anne’s lace that continues to adorn trails and roadsides here. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here