A Time to Remember

Wilting Orbs

Photographer's Note

The oxeye daisy (Leucanthemum vulgare, syn. Chrysanthemum leucanthemum

"Would you like that in a nice wallpaper for the sitting room Madam?"...Well then if not that then try saying my title 10 times...in Japanese, backwards.

As the sun rose on these passing flowers, I felt them tug at me....and I looked, seeing they have suffered in the long hot days of 100 degree Fahrenheit temperatures. As if they were an old aging person in a home for retirement, I stopped to talk with them for a while...perhaps for the last time. They told me of when they were young and the sun shone brightly on them and of all the people who walked by admired them. While they yearned for the older days, the seem resigned to their fate...wondering why nobody stopped any longer, which must be why they smile at me for to take their picture was an honor for them. A couple of the more hearty smiled one last day...and I walked away into the woods...down the trail with only a photo of their last days in my mind and my camera...

Reviews
Hi Bob,
A fabulous perspective and a touchy scene. This is life Bob, is it not? Anything which takes birth must die someday for a new soul to take birth - the cycle goes on and we are just pawns in this whole process. You have made me nostalgic today and a whole gamut of memories, good and bad, floods my mind............I was also young someday, I will grow even older someday, I will be just memories some other day too. That is why I always tell others, don't be happy about what people think about you today, make sure how they will remember you after you are gone. Your shot illustrates this philosophy well, the old daisies are smiling and making you remember their glory days. Very neat and sharp image with lovely colours. Excellent POV and a superb composition. Kudos. -India
Dear Bob,
The life steps up, the life steps down.
The birth gives the glory and the youth gives the crown.
The age gives the flavour and wrinkle gives the pride,
Death teach the fact is nothing there to hide.
But still we have to walk and still we had to work,
and still we have to sing and still we have to talk.
So, past is the knowledge and present is the face,
Future is the dream that we have to trace.
Saying -Goodby to whom? Time never ends,
Watch the flowers you clicked, see life never mends-
Life just stepped down and anther holds it up,
for a new birth, where life steps up.

Regards,
Parthasarathi -India
Hello Bob,
In their "retirement" they have their special beauty, if you understand me.
We could live at the best all our seasons.
Please keep on shooting and to write notes...
Have a happy day,
Violetta -Italy
Hello Bob! Wonderous ethereal composition! Such delicate pastels, and a wonderful accompanying note. Lovely! Thanks, Linda
Hola Sr. Bob.- Bella foto de estas hermosas flores. Margaritas? Acompañada de una hermosa nota. Aun cuando no lucen en todo su esplendor siempre seran bellas en el corazon de una persona como Ud. Saludos -Mexico
Hi Bob,
WHERE IS WALDO?...serious great shot you accomplish with a nice composition and colors
could be use for a puzzle to. Great job.
I writing this from the airport
I’ gone for four days, have nice week.
Don't get so happy I’m be back. -Florida
There is a time to be born and a time to wither and go to seed, right. :)
Like the souls of those folks in retirement homes, they're only pulling back for a little while. Next spring they'll be back in all their glory for another round of shining brightly. -Texas