Photos. I shoot lots of them without always knowing why. Take this one. It is a tightly closed bud on a magnolia tree. I have no idea what suggested it was photo worthy.
Several more times I walked by this same magnolia and noticed the bud’s changes. It became this.
And then this.
No sooner had it opened to its full, waxy beauty then it began to change once more.
At last, there was nothing left but a browned form that would soon release petal by petal to the ground.
My intention was to delete these images, but when I looked at them all together I realized they conveyed a message. What started as a tiny bud, matured and thrived until it was done. Thinking about that in terms of humans, I saw similarity. We are born and given opportunity to enjoy what life has to offer before “browning” and leaving behind only memories that others hold of us.
I don’t know what prompted these thoughts except that during this period of isolation four friends have died, only one from Covid19. Losing each has made me sad, but in the midst of sadness came joy. A child, one that makes me a great aunt, was born to remind me that, like for the magnolia, there is a time for all of us.