Marcel Proust Quote:
“We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.”
Confessions Question:
Your favorite colour and flower.
Confidences Question:
My favorite colour.
There is a separate Confidences question that reads:
The flower that I like.
Proust’s Answers:
The beauty is not in the colours, but in their harmony.
And
Hers/His – and after, all of them.
Ohhhhh, Proust you and your sexual innuendo! Well played, sir.
But I do have to give the man credit. The answer to his color question is brilliant. I don’t have a favorite color. I’d almost say that having a favorite color is borderline foolish. All colors have a purpose and their power is really in how one plays off of each other. If you have spent any time trying to pick out the right color mat for a photo of a flower you know of what I speak.
I don’t think that it is the fact that black and white will always be my primary love in photography that makes me think in this manner.
As for a favorite flower. I admittedly know very little about flowers and I’m not even sure that it is fitting for somebody that is as decidedly manly (I belched as I typed that for emphasis) as I am to even have a favorite flower.
I see flowers how I see colors. They each have a purpose, but since I posed this question to somebody over the weekend and got the answer back immediately (which means it was answered with a decided degree of conviction), daisies and stargazers, I should in fairness at least share my favorite flower pictures from this year.
The Solace of Ordinary Humanity
Monica’s Childhood
The Eternal Seductiveness of Life
A Proud Assertion
Hieroglyphics of Angels
Love’s Truest Language
Where Love Waits
Plant’s Highest Fulfillment
I realize now that one of my many failures this year was not getting to the State Center Rose Garden. That is something I will have to remedy in 2010.
The other day I came across a quote by author Alice Walker that I think also helps tie this question up:
“If you pass by the color purple in a field and don’t notice it, God gets real pissed off.”
That is one of the main tenets of this website as well.
It's probably trite, but the rose is and always has been my favorite flower – so much so that it's my daughter's middle name. It's beautiful and delicate, feminine and timeless.
The rose is always a good choice and also one of the most symbolic of flowers.