contrasts abound…the soft looking petals vs the sharp thorns, bring the fluffy looking bumble bees with their sharp thorn-ed backside. This rose has hard light on one side with soft light fading into black on its other.
A rose is a lot like a human. The woman reveals her soft side more often, because showing the strength first can & does invite criticism. The man reveals his strength first, because showing the soft side can & does invite criticism. What if we all could admit we are all (mostly, really) like the rose & be true to ourselves first & foremost?
I suppose because our soft side cannot defend itself & can only exist along side our strength.
In fairy tales, the hero & heroine reveal both sides enough to fall in love. Fairy tales end with the two at their wedding. Sweet.
But did you notice that the main character’s parents are dead? In most Disney movies, the parents are dead, (Bambie’s mother shot before our very eyes…what the hell where they thinking?!) why do think that is? So that the main character has to learn how to become strong, otherwise the princess/princes would become a spoiled brat?
I noticed that most songs sung by men, seem to be so romantic, the ideal “prince”…we have grown up listening & watching romance & fairy tales. But what happens after the wedding?
Well, laundry, making money, dirty kitchen floors, expensive diapers, grocery store lines, potato chips, tv, scales, skinny models, Disney movies, tv news, paycheck to paycheck…the thorns on the rose, the sting of the bee. Maybe that is why the man & woman begin their lives together as man & wife at the end of the movie/tv/romance novel. Because our real lives begin after the softness of romance ends.
Better to kill off the parents then to show them in their natural state. The struggles through monotony, tragedy, sickness, boredom, Love, babies, bandaids. Have you ever seen a long stem rose growing in dirt? Not a pretty sight, they can grow very tall & gangly with thick, ugly thorns at the bottom. Better to lop off the ugly & to show only the beautiful side.
No wonder we are all floundering in adulthood, the only role models we have are our own parents hidden behind closed doors…what we see from their struggles as children & then teenagers is stored away with the thought of, “I can’t wait to get out of here & do everything better then my own messed up parents”
I’ve been asked questions that I do not have answers to. My kids doubt me, that I don’t understand what they are going through. I am honest when answering their questions. I’ve said to my oldest child, I don’t know what its like to be you, feel or look like you. I’ve said that I’ve never been 43 before, that I have never had an 18 year old daughter before. I’ve said that everyday I am learning by doing…this living thing, this mom thing, wife thing, daughter thing, animal owner thing, terrible with grammar & punctuation-er thing, photographer thing, artist thing.
Tomorrow is a new day & I will meet it head on. I love a challenge. I try my best to live without regrets. I say, “I love you & have a good day” to everyone in my nest when we leave it (they won’t always be here)
I try to arm my children with the knowledge that life can be both hard & soft, no matter our age. A damn hard rollercoster of joy & pain. I tell them that everyday is new to me too & it is different from yesterday. I think the thing to remember is that with each passing day, I can carry the baggage of the past, or if I’m smart, take the lessons learned from yesterday.
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Ohh. Yes yes yes. Great photo.
As for the text? Heck if I know. I don’t have answers for anything. But your questions? Yes: those are the questions.
Thank you so much. I just like the idea that no one really knows after the wedding, only their own families. I think all teens believe they can do better. Or at least I hope they would-aim high & question everything? ~amy
Well said. We’ve never walked the road before so it’s live and learn and do our best. x
Thank you so much. I’ve never had to think of so many reasons, “why” until my daughter turned 18. She is questioning many things because she is getting ready to take her own road. I am grateful for her. ~amy
Very lovely photo of the rose and good explanation of the lighting. Did you take the photograph ? Hugs, Barbara
Thank you, Barbara. I did take the photograph of the rose. It was my Mom-in-law’s centerpiece for Christmas day lunch. Quite beautiful bouquet of flowers. Hugs back! ~amy
Reblogged this on Traces of the Soul and commented:
The photo will mesmerize you and the writing will dazzle you and make you thing…gee, I love that!
Thank you so much for reblogging my rose photograph with your incredible compliment. ~amy
WoW! this is very beautiful. I first dropped by to thank you for following my blog, then I got caught up with the photos and then I fell in love with this rose…I love black and white photos…and your writing is so lovely!! You speak the truth and from the heart…thank you for sharing. Oliana
Thank you so much for, “i got caught up” !! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Oliana. I hope to see more of your posts in my reader. Thank you for visiting me. ~amy
You`re welcome, Amy…your blog had such lovely photos that make me smile…and reflect! Blessings, Oliana
Thank you very much. Teenagers force these questions. ~amy
Amy-what a great analogy, I love it!
Have a great weekend.
Thanks Gail, it is my life with my daughter, more often then not. Eighteen seems to be her age to ask the most questions! Have a great week, Gail! ~amy
I too have an 18 year old…BOY, much different!