Love Is Like A Buttercup

No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t find my photography mojo last week. Kim Klassen’s assignment for our Be Still – Fifty Two class came to me mid-week and I dabbled with this and that over the next couple of days taking many photographs but nothing that really spoke to me. Frustrated, and in vain, I continued to seek my elusive photography muse. 

On Saturday Gerry headed out for a hike and I hunkered down in my woman cave to try again. He arrived home a few hours later with a gift for me–a single yellow buttercup. It was, he told me, the first one he’s seen this season. As I looked at the pretty little flower he held out to me I felt the stress fall from my shoulders and a smile come to my lips.

Seventeen years ago, at about this time of year, Gerry and I were just getting to know each other better. On one of our many afternoon walks he plucked a single buttercup for me and ever since then that simple early springtime flower has been special to us. Inspired? Oh yes I was!

I was also reminded about the name of the class–Be Still–and the advice Kim gave when the class first began to be still and find that place of quiet and peace before attempting to capture the kind of still life images I love with my camera.

Focus and blur was the topic of the week. For me, it also turned into a simple reminder of springtime love.