• Mind / Body

    the microcosm, the macrocosm: the rose

    Perhaps it’s an overused symbol. A cliché even … but the swirling pattern of the rose, its dualities, its softness, its sharpness, resonate with the patterns of life. It also serves to test the depth of field and clarity of manual focus with my 90mm tilt shift lens. Enjoy this transition from wet spring to dry summer here in Zürich. As above. So below. Wet and dry. Two extremes of the same thing. If you enjoyed this post please share it on your favourite platform with the orange social media buttons below. See you soon.

  • Mind / Body,  Photography,  Places

    Seeing roses

    Everywhere I go lately I’m seeing roses — and I don’t mean this in the proverbial sense. In Yeniköy, Tarabya and all sorts of other places there seems to be an explosion of these flowers. Red ones firing off over fences.  Pink ones blasting through slatted rails. Yellow ones bursting through every imaginable crevice. It’s an assault of color like none I’ve ever seen before. Last year I didn’t notice nearly so many. What happened? Perhaps I simply wasn’t paying attention, or perhaps they were simply planning their attack.  I’m trying not to fight it. We can co-exist, right? Though to a lot of people they may seem like a cheesy symbol of romance and bad poetry, I have to say I’m beginning to respect them a little bit more, un-plucked and on the vine. Perhaps it’s all the reading I’ve done on alchemy and Rosicrucianism. Perhaps it’s what natural healer Jayda…