Monday, April 11, 2016
The man and I went to the New York Botanical Garden orchid show yesterday. As it was the last weekend of the show, the line of patrons wound at great length around the conservatory, with everyone inching forward for close to an hour. Once inside, the display was, as always, an exquisitely wanton arrangement of nature's beauty, and the people watching was good, too. I sat for a while, taking in the moving human tableau, as it was a day on which my every joint ached. It was fascinating watching everyone view the orchids through the lens of their camera phones, which is the usual posture of life these days. I'm not being critical—I'm a chief culprit. My man wandered further afield than I did and took lots of beautiful photos. He is a great lover of orchids, as his mother grew them, and my mother did, too. Here are some of his shots.
There's something magical to me about that last shot. The water looks like a rain of diamonds, the kind you'd see in fairy tales.