A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
I took about 175 pictures of poppies yesterday at the flower garden of the St. George LDS Temple. At three photos posted per day, it would take me about two months to post them all. You may get tired of looking at poppies but, before too many days, the roses will be in bloom. Please double click to get the full benefit of the photos. I've never seen a poppy I didn't love.
If you look across a community or area that is predominantly LDS (Mormon), you will see church spires like the one above dotting the towns and neighborhoods. Each chapel typically serves anywhere from three to as many as four or five congregations of 3-500 or more, each, meeting during staggered meeting hours so that each congregation fits in the standard three hours of sacrament meeting, Sunday school, and priesthood (men) and relief society (women).
I bought my first camera, a Baby Brownie, when I was about 12 or 13 years old. Taking pictures meant buying film and paying for developing the film and printing the photos. Some turned out fine, some were awful. During the early years of school and in the beginning years of our marriage, film and developing and printing were expensive, so picture taking was limited. A general feeling that common place things and scenes of daily life were just too mundane to bother photographing was a huge mistake. Here are a few examples of photos I wish I would have taken (or taken more of):
Pictures of the houses where we lived, including rooms, furnishings, and yards.
Pictures of the streets and neighborhoods where we lived.
Pictures of the towns and cities in which we lived.
Pictures of the schools we attended.
Pictures of our friends.
Pictures of our siblings, our parents, our grandparents, and our other close relatives.
Pictures of the trips we took.
Pictures of our prize possessions.
Pictures of the seasons.
Pictures of the beauties of nature and the surrounding countryside.
As we go through the humdrum of daily life, it usually never occurs to us that today's commonplace will be tomorrow's cherished memory. What did that room look like? Describe the street where you lived. Do you have a photo of you with your grandparents? One of my sisters reminded me the other day that the only photographic family history we have for several years while we were growing up was from my Baby Brownie and, a bit later, my Box Baby Brownie. Then my sisters took over my early cameras and continued to take pictures. But when memories fog and we try to remember and we think fondly of scenes, sights, people, belongings, and family history, we often regret that we did not pay attention and take more photos. Today's commonplace is tomorrow's cherished memory. Take more photos. Even a bad photo of an important person or event can become a tearstained memento of inestimable value later in life.
Our 96 year old neighbor told me Saturday I needed to get over to the flower beds at the St. George LDS temple since the poppie and pansy flower beds were in their prime. So we went over yesterday afternoon and I took 175 photos. The sun was a bit too bright for getting the best photos, but you can see sunlight dancing through the poppie petals.