Just last year, we got the opportunity to go to Chattfield Farms, a part of the Denver Botanic Gardens. Most kids were still in school then, so we enjoyed the day while the gardens were rather quiet. Not only that, but not long after we got there – and ate our lunch under a large tree near this part of the garden (see picture below), it started to drizzle. People got in their cars and left, but we decided to wait it out.
We were rewarded for our patience with beautiful glistening flowers, and fortunately – the rain did not continue. I can’t tell you how at home I feel at that place – and all of the gardens really. I don’t exactly know why, but my heart finds it the most peaceful place to be on any given day.
The most amazing part of my day, of course, was who I spent it with – four kiddos who absolutely love what I love – nature. Two of us took pictures, nonstop. The other three examined the flowers and one of them, from time to time, would just run down one path to the other, arms outspread like an airplane. The other two examined the flowers – they are both artists at heart, and they love to take in the scent of beauty when they can. Let’s just say, we were all happy.
I sit here looking at the images now and I’m smiling. It is so strange that I actually remember how I felt when I was in the gardens that day. I remember the weather. I remember some of the difficult poses I put myself in to take these photographs. Browsing through them now, it is like I am transported back to that day and I actually know these exact flowers – as I have met them before, and I even remember where they were in the gardens when I met them.
No, sadly I am not as knowledgeable about flowers – I cannot give you their scientific name or where they usually grow. It is more like I know them – their personalities, their whereabouts, how they danced in the sun or how they bowed in the shade. For some people that may seem strange – but that is how I see them and I try my darndest to let it show in the way I portray them in my photographs.
Mind you, I have a way to grow in photography. I am certainly a newbie – but I am fascinated by the possibilities… if I could pair knowledge of photo taking with how I see. Gosh! To me, it is exciting and it can be rather rough when you are excited by something, but then you have to stare out the window and know that right now… you just can’t get back out there. But again… I can’t wait to see what is possible and I can’t wait to see how I’ll grow when the time does come.
So, when we went to the gardens this time, my oldest daughter had already gotten her “new” camera. We bought both our cameras used as they are too expensive otherwise – and we’ve gotten pretty good cameras out of the deal. Her camera came with a few lenses that I did not have and that is what I was experimenting with on this day. I have to admit now, looking back, I’m pretty glad that I got a chance to use them when I did.
So I guess – if there is a moral to this story, it is never too late to dream. It is never to late to grow or to look enthusiastically toward your future, even though it can be uncertain. Anything is possible.
And – above all, there is nothing like getting out in nature to truly ground you and make you aware of how much beauty there still is in the world – even when things seem dark and dreary.
For every day, the sun still sets and the moon still rises. May we ever be grateful for that lesson – there will be calm after the storm. I truly believe that.