Shutter Sisters

on the virtues of nerve

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There’s a lot happening right now.

The kind of happening that involves an audience that might witness me and think what’s she doing up there? and I don’t get it. That’s what I imagine, anyway, when I can’t sleep. Or maybe it’s that I can’t sleep because of what I’m imagining. I’m not sure what comes first.

In early April life presses through the earth speculatively, a front line subject to nature’s yea or nay. We see wick green budding among brown and marvel could it be? and the smart ones among us throw salt over left shoulders and knock on wood, because the universe counters brash optimism with unexpected snowfalls.

There’s a respect due for that front line. For how bold yet how delicate it is. For how it emerges into a chill, into a lack of guarantees. But it emerges anyway, ready to be noted.

That in itself makes a statement.

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Today, show me your spring as well as your nerve.

Comments

  21. I’m usually a "flashphobe," steering clear of my camera’s flash any time I can. And I love translucent flower petals in soft light. But I played around with photographing some tulips in a vase in a dark room. I actually liked the deep shadows. And the dark background made the arrangement of the brightly-colored flowers into an interesting rhythm.