I know that I promised more pictures from Earth Day and other events from right around that time, but upon further review, there was really nothing worth putting up. I suppose if I’m guilty of anything, I am guilty of having a very heavy-handed self censor where my photography is concerned.
I was grilling this evening, and after a particularly long rain, some of our flowers had lost some blooms and petals. Off and on, I have toyed with a series of photographs that would be entitled “The Boulevard of Broken Dreams”– This has stuck around in my head long enough that I should actually do it some day… but that’s another story for another day. I went in and dug out my camera and knocked the dust off intending to take some desolate-feeling images with a view to the aforementioned titling. Sometimes, however, things don’t turn out as planned.
These three blossoms that had fallen captured a great deal of my interest, but this frame (my first) has become my favorite– I don’t know whether to allow the wistul idea that they look like ballerinas to override the juxtaposition of their beauty versus the way they are hiding their faces or vice versa.
I think that they get increasiingly cynical as they go along… I probably should have just left it with the first. 
A different set of blooms, but the same idea. I didn’t spend nearly as much time with these guys. The next one is a variation on a theme (not necessarily one of the current themes that I’ve been talking about…) for me… this time a little more “broken” than other times.
and– one final image to leave with just to prove that it’s not all dead-and-ugly for me:
I ended up kind of terse here… but I subscribe to the adage that something is better than nothing… and so there you have it 
