June is quickly drawing to an end. The rainy season has come, and without many downpours it has seemed to have already moved on. There was the unseasonably early typhoon and the heavy Friday rain of last week, but that is about all that has really intensely fallen.
The weather still has been quite odd. I even had to pull on a sweater on Monday due to the chill. I am NOT complaining! I am only observing this oddity. I am thankful for a bit of cool summer weather because, I know that the sticky hot months of July and August will be upon all the city dwellers soon enough. Those days where the humidity is so high that walking out one’s front door is like getting slapped in the face with a hot wet blanket.
As I stroll around in the spare moments that I have I am more attracted to the way nature and mankind’s creations interact with each other. Sometimes that interaction one of the two is winning the battle; however, there is often quiet détente playing out between the uncomfortable neighbors.
The large blooming hydrangeas cast sharp shadows over it’s concrete neighbors. The concrete prohibits the flowers’ roots from seeking more fertile ground. There they both exist influencing each other. No one wins no one truly looses. In the camera’s mixing palette both gain an non combative posture. In the lens they acknowledge each others presence.
We must deeply love the natural world. Without love we will never be able to survive as a species. Our interactions must be done out of love and respect for nature. Let some areas be completely wild, while we attempt to tame others. Let us bring some of that wildness into the spaces that we occupy with our homes, offices, and public spaces.
In the meantime I continue to inhabit this détente between the two dynamic spheres. My heart sees the two clearly, and I search out those frames where there isn’t a struggle it is only cooperation.
That is the intersection between the leafy green and the poured concrete. The delicately balanced harmonious interactions between those worlds that enter my heart by way of a piece of ground glass.