I do not think there will ever be anyone alive who knows me as well as my daughter does. She just GETS me, down to the darkest corner of my soul and I'm exceedingly grateful and hugely relieved for that bond because oftentimes I feel as misunderstood as a spider is and as often as I feel it, I also know that I am. But the dandelion thing. Most people just think I spend my days mindlessly taking photographs of these fluff balls because that's all I can photograph and I'll never grow as a photographer if I do not venture further than the landscapes of my lawn. It's not only about that and little to no one ever takes the time to figure that part out. It's about a connection. About the emotional roller coaster they send me on. The pure joy that spurts out of my every pore when I see one. But it's more than that, it's very much about finding metaphoric and spiritual value in something I have this strange and very deep connection with. So when I receive a whatsapp from Avalon with the words below painted all over my screen, I just know that she knows that it's not just a 'thing' I LOVE to photograph but a deeply embedded connection to something that lifts the corners of my dark edges, something I can see myself in; stubborn, ever-changing and ethereal and a metaphor for all of life; a work in progress. It is so much more than just a pretty picture of a dandelion yet when others look, they often fail to see. It is not just a picture. This is the way of the busy, disconnected world. And few will read this post because it's far too long and they'll just 'like' the image because "Ooh that's pretty". Lucky for me there is one person who gets it. And that's enough.
It was spring time and a teacher said to his little pupils, “I saw something the other day, and I wonder if any of you have seen it. If you know it, don’t say what it is. I went out and saw it coming up from the ground about ten inches high, and on top of it was a little round ball of fluff, and if you went WOOF, a whole galaxy of stars flew out. Now what was it like before the little ball of stars appeared?”
One said, “It was a little yellow flower, like a sunflower, only very small”
“Yes, but what was it like before that?”
One of them said, “It was a little rosette of green leaves coming out of the ground”.
“Now, do you all know what it is?”
They roared back, “Dandelion!”
“And did you ever pick dandelions?” Most of them said yes, but the teacher said, “No, you cannot pick a dandelion. That is impossible. A dandelion is all these things you mentioned, and more, so whatever you picked, you only got a fragment of something or other. You can’t pick a dandelion, because a dandelion is not a thing. It is a process and a performance. And, you know, everything is a process and a performance – even you.”
- Osho -
How I see it...
I see, speak and write in metaphors because I feel there is much we can learn from nature, people and our surroundings as depicted in my photographs and why I enjoy sharing my thoughts. Not in any attempt to convince or convert you to my way of thinking, seeing or feeling but to share how I see and experience MY mind map of the world. You at no time have to agree, all I ask is that my views and the views of others who wish to express theirs are kindly respected. So relax, get comfy and just enjoy. Happy reading!