Awakening the Senses – A Photo-Heart Connection

Tucson Reflections

follow url Tucson Reflection © 2012 Bo Mackison

https://alldayelectrician.com/uq3wsanjdou Happy are they who see beauty in modest places. ~ Camille Pissarro

https://geolatinas.org/765ql6wwi64 Beauty in modest places? Yes.

go I went for an early evening walk in downtown Tucson just before I left Arizona to return to the Midwest. I was in a strolling mood, noticing architecture instead of desert scenes, and enjoying the many sights, the people leaving their workplaces, but with no rush to get anywhere. Rushing isn’t such a great idea when the thermometer hovers near the century mark.

https://www.mbtn.net/?p=xzwd5cjq I found beauty in the deep color of a textured wall, a red-earth color so appealing, I had to stop and not only photograph it, but touch it. Run my hands along the roughness, the ridges. That red, to my Midwestern trained eyes, was a Red Rock color, one of those desert colors that sang songs of the Southwest to me.

https://dcinematools.com/ezym14a And then there was the purple-gray of the wooden window sill. So purple, I wanted to inhale its purple-ness, a purple so perfectly etched in my past that it grabbed a memory from my youth and held on tight.  It was the purple-gray of grapes fully ripe, grapes hanging in the arbor in my grandmother’s back garden. It was the dusty purple of grapes waiting to be plucked from the vine.

https://lpgventures.com/1min1b5e As I studied the contrasting colors, the memories came visiting. I was in the arbor, picking grapes just like my grandmother picked grapes — a handful for the pail and one to pop in my mouth and savor. I looked at the window frame and imagined my grandmother’s presence in the reflection, picking grapes just a few steps from where I stood.

https://purestpotential.com/9qsaw3m4niv —————

follow When I went through my May photographs, I stopped as soon as I saw this photograph. The day I took this photo was etched in my mind. All of my senses were on alert that day, intent on remembering a city that I would soon be leaving. The touch of the red-rock walls. The song of the Southwest. The scent of ripened grapes on the vine and the taste of sweet juice. And a sense of connection with loved ones, long gone.

source Photo. Heart. Connection. Oh, yes!

http://www.mscnantes.org/2he12cstpnm

https://www.yolascafe.com/61uw2iwief1 I’ve long understood that when I carry a camera, that mere act heightens my sense of seeing. And now I’ve come to realize that my camera and photography can offer me another gift – the awakening my other senses, too.

Tramadol To Buy Online Uk ——————–

https://mocicc.org/agricultura/d3uyk3sg4 Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. During the first week of each month, she re-visits her photographs taken the previous month, searching for THE photograph to post as the photo-heart-connection photo. Bo is always quite thrilled when that special photograph finds her.

Early Morning Raindrops

Raindrops

https://penielenv.com/kksi9y225fh Early Morning Raindrops

Tramadol Order Online Overnight The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. ~ W.B.Yeats

watch ——————

https://www.mreavoice.org/jy9ig7t6bz Bo Mackison is a photographer and the owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. Another day of wabi sabi introspection and appreciation.