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“Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming”

“Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming”

Es ist ein Ros entsprungen,
aus einer Wurzel zart,
wie uns die Alten sungen,
von Jesse war die Art
Und hat ein Blümlein bracht
mitten im kalten Winter,
wohl zu der halben Nacht.
– author Unknown

Today, a break from the birds and an image of a rose from a recently purchased bouquet. The image got one of my favourite Christmas carols rolling through my head. Growing up in a German household, the original words take me back to simpler times and my parents, sister, and grandmother. My parents and grandmother have all since passed away, leaving only memories.

The music is so familiar, yet the English version, by Theodore Baker (1894), now dominates my brain, until I look back on the German words and it all comes rushing back to me. I can almost smell the sweet fragrances of childhood at home and see the smiles of loved ones, now gone.

Lo, how a rose e’er blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung.
Of Jesse’s lineage coming,
As men of old have sung;
It came, a flow’ret bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.

So, I consider and share this image of a red winter rose, a flower my father could cultivate with ease, as a connection to faith, family, and the simple beauty that was and is Christmas season; a bright rose, that warms dark, cold days; whose fragrance reminds me of warm days in the garden, and symbolizes love for so many of us. As Christmas rapidly approaches, my wish is that all of us can keep an eye open for these small glimpses of beauty and calm, and feel a sense of peace throughout the holidays.

Nikon D800
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD
 @ 130 mm
1 sec, f/25.0, ISO 200

Hi Resolution image on 500px

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“With Love”

with-love

“I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.”
― Kahlil Gibran

In this case, a gift of love. This time of year, as the days shorten and the nights cool, I am reminded of my first date with my now wife, Betty. Many times we drive past familiar landmarks and recall our firsts and our milestones.

We’ve been through all of life’s ups and downs, raised three wonderful children, watched parents, grandparents, and loved ones pass to whatever lies beyond. We’ve had times that nearly broke us, but our love has, and continues to, sustain us through even the worst of times.

Flowers, as the quote above states so well, have been a part of many of those moments and I’m finding my recent fascination with them uplifting and wanted to share this gift, with love.

Nikon D800
Nikor 24-70mm f/3.5-4.6 @ 35mm
1/2 sec, f/20.0, ISO 400

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“Rose Dreams”

"Rose Dreams"

“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”
― Cassandra Clare

A very short post today, off to my nephew’s wedding in Hunsville. Recalling my own wedding 25 years ago and the dreams we had, many realized, some still in the works.

I chose this rose image, from my recent journey into macro photography, to represent the future, a bit soft and dreamy, and glowing brightly.

My wishes for wishes for David and Katelyn are many years of love, happiness, and dreams realized on their big day.

Nikon D800
Schneider-Kreuznach Exida-Xenon 50mm f/1.9 @ 50mm (14mm extension tube)

1/60 sec, f/1.9, ISO 4000

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“Into the Rose” – Enfolded in Love

"Into the Rose"

“Of all the flowers, the rose speaks to me, especially, of love. The delicate petals, layer by delicate layer, draw me to the heart, while the fragrance entrances me with its subtle sweetness. Promising future passions, while echoing back to tender memories” – Ed Lehming

I had not, till now, deeply explored my thoughts and feelings on roses. Those feelings are complex and tied together by many threads of memory. My father and maternal grandmother were both avid gardeners. Since my grandmother lived with us, the two spent much time pursuing their mutual love of gardening together. I found this an odd, but wonderful teaming. My mother had no real interest in gardening, other than enjoying the final product as the backyard filled with sweet fragrances and bright colours.

The gardens were carefully planned and cared for, weeds were quickly plucked from this sacred place, reserved for the chosen plants and  no others.

What stands out for me, and the topic of this post, is their extraordinary gift for growing roses. I have no idea of what the varieties were, though I consider myself a talented gardener, my dad and grandmother had a true gift for growing roses. Be it climbers, bushes, what have you. Every garden was ‘anchored’ by some form of rose. I regret never asking them where this passion for roses came from. My grandmother grew up in Berlin and my father came from a small village along the Oder river, in present day Poland. Neither location invokes thoughts of roses for me. I will have to pursue this thinking at some point.

As we enter July and roses begin to peak, I can’t help but look at them and think back on our backyard gardens, carefully sculpted, flowing, planned to be in bloom throughout the summer. Of course, the  sight and fragrance of the roses dominated the warm summer days, lounging on the patio and gazing across their labours.

Ah, I took this all for granted as a child and now appreciate those gentle memories that bring me back to simpler times of family, childhood, love and the sweet fragrance of summer. For that, and many other things I thank them, and miss them deeply.

Nikon D800
Schneider-Kreuznach Exida-Xenon 50mm f/1.9 @ 50mm (14mm extension tube)

1/60 sec, f/1.9, ISO 4000

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The memory that really stands out for me, and the topic of this post is the roses they grew. I have no idea of the specific varieties planted, I  did not acquire their gift for roses.

“Happy Mother’s Day”

Spring Tulips

“I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father,” she whispers. “Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don’t you think?” 
― Jodi Picoult

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers, and caregivers who have and continue to play this role.

I’ve been blessed with two mothers, as well as two grandmothers and my Mother in Law who have also played very significant roles in my life. I was adopted and spent the first part of my life with my adopted mother and my grandmother, who stepped into the role of mother many times, so the two are really interchangeable to me. Each had a significantly different approach to parenting and it all balanced out nicely. Both have since passed on and I miss them dearly.

My mother-in-law is far from the stereotypical image we are exposed to in movies and television. She is incredible caring and compassionate and I am happy to have her in my life (and she bakes one heck of an Elderberry pie).

Several years ago, I connected with my birth family. This connection brought me together with my birth mother and her mother, a second grandmother. One of the highlights of this connection was having my two mothers and two grandmothers meet, as well as my mother-in-law, who joined in on the marvellous day.

Connecting with my birth family has been fantastic and I am so happy to have that relationship. Sadly, my grandmother passed away last year as well and I wish I had had more time to be with her. She was such a loving person (and also baked one heck of an Elderberry pie)!

I could go on at length, but enough to say I am blessed with all these women who have played and continue to play such an important part in my life. I thank them for my life, for caring, admonishing, and most of all, loving me through all these years.

Happy Mother’s Day to you.

“Looking for Home” – Whitevale Dam

“Looking for Home” - Whitevale Dam

“Love should not cause suffocation and death if it is truly love. Don’t bundle someone into an uncomfortable cage just because you want to ensure their safety in your life. The bird knows where it belongs, and will never fly to a wrong nest.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

As I stood at the base of the Whitevale Dam, watching the trout spawn, I noticed this little bird, perched atop a broken tree limb sticking from the water. It sat there, surveying its world for quite some time. Was it simply pausing for a moment from the busy task of nest building. I’m certain it was not lost, though it was looking all around, perhaps for a suitable place to start, for as the quote above states, the bird knows where it belongs.

Nikon D300
Tamron 70-200 mm f/2.8 @ 200 mm
1/1600 sec, f/6.3 ISO 200

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“Last Chance” – Moore Lake

Last Chance

I titled this photo as I did for a few reasons. This is the last photo I ever took of my father before he passed away in 1979. He was determined to take a few last casts before he got in the car after a great family vacation on Moore Lake. He asked if I would come with him and take a picture. I complained about the mosquitoes and not wanting to be bitten, but relented and took this shot. Not knowing, at the time, it was not only his last chance at what he loved to do, but my last chance to capture a precious memory. He passed away later that summer.

I found the photo, which I knew I had, with a bunch of other photos from that time period. It was faded and dull. But technology is wonderful and I was able to touch it up and make it presentable. So glad I did not lose it.

Today also happens to be what would have been his 90th birthday. He’s the reason I have such a fond love of nature and all things outdoors. Dad taught me to appreciate the details and the cycles which are ever present. I often imagine him walking along with me, observing the marvels of the outdoors, discovering and celebrating new sights, and those sacred places I go back to time and time again.

So, on this day, December 16th, where he is especially present in my thoughts, I say, “Thanks Dad, for the deep reverence of nature, all you taught me, all the values you instilled in me, and the love you gave me, in your all too brief a time with us. You are ever missed and ever present in the thoughts of those who knew and loved you.”

In Memory of Harry Eugen Lehming 1925-1979

Pentax Spotmatic 35mm
Schneider-Kreutznach Edixa-Xenon 50mm, f/1.9

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