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.
Oh- to live in a place where I could grow such orchids in my own yard! Who WAS I in another lifetime? I yearn for that person, that place, even though I have no idea who or where she was. Thank you for these beautiful reminders of a time I don't remember. I hope your joints are eased today.
ReplyDeleteThey are breathtakingly beautiful! Standing is hard on the joints; I would have sat, too.
ReplyDeleteI am partial to photo # 2, the lovely yellow edged with pink, but the fountain diamonds are indeed stunning.
ReplyDeleteIncredible shots! I used to love going to the botanical gardens -- that place just makes everyone so happy.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous.
ReplyDeleteNice! Whoa... I gotta get around to seeing some orchids like that someday!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful shots! I remember going to that show years ago and being completely enthralled.
ReplyDeleteAs for me, orchids are the most powerful flowers. Their beauty opens the door to our kindness.
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