regeneration regrowth
green fingers piercing the blue sky
renewed energy pulled from the soil
taproots stretching deeper and deeper
in search of water
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spring renewal
a period of radical change
with green fingers
touching the cold blue sky
It is almost as if someone flipped a switch; almost immediately green protruded from the barren trees to light up the sky with green. A violent outburst of renewed energy, restoration after a long period of cold and dry death. It is poetry in motion, at least for those who dare to look.
I find myself enticed and sucked into the beauty of these fingers touching the sky; or at least trying to touch the sky. Don't you see the fingers stretching out? The green fingers trying to caress the sky with its sadness, its sorrow that remains gloomy.
But the new green becomes a happy moment in the depressed brown and dust, the barren earth. It is not dead or barren in the sense that nothing remains alive, no, this period is also one of rest for nature. We just see it as dead, the trees with only its bony fingers.
But are we humans not also going through these same cycles? These periods of growth but also rest and restore? If we continue to carry on, we will burn out and destroy the green that we could have produced when the winter subsidies.
I am going through much the same period now. One of transformation after a long winter, but at the same time, it feels like a different winter. I am moving from winter to winter but different. It is a strange idea, one that does not make much sense. Even to me, it seems strange.
But to me life is not black and white, it is always a strange grey tint that never provides you with clear answers. In some sense, we look to the sky or the stars (or Nietzsche's void) and we ask for help, for meaning, for answers, but the deafening silence that answers our prayers is a strange invitation to create ourselves.
The silence of the universe is an invitation to play, to experiment, to become always becoming, always a dynamic mode of existence without a finality.
Nature always surprises me. I try to capture these moments as they present themselves to. That is why photography is like poetry, the world imprints itself onto me, all that I need to do is write the poetry down, to press the shutter on my camera.
Spring is loaded with so much metaphorical meaning; regeneration, renewal, awakening after slumber, the green growth... The tree is full of metaphors that we can merely pluck from its branches.
I hope that you will find regeneration in the branches of trees making ready for the summer. And if you are feeling the cold of autumn, I hope that warmth will find you in a bowl of soup and freshly baked bread.
For now, happy photographing and keep well.
All of the musings are my own, inspired by the beauty of nature. All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Tamron 300mm lens or Nikkor 50mm lens.
