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Tuesday, 20 April 2010


By Lyn Burnstine of The Lynamber Times


I have always been dismayed over transience. I remember, all my life, feeling sadness when I looked at sunsets and rainbows. Even while glorying in their beauty, I was ever aware that they would not last. Flowers evoked that feeling in me, too. I only wanted long-lasting ones like carnations — my birth flower.

This all changed for me when I discovered a talent for photography. At last I’d found the perfect medium for preserving those displays of vivid fleeting color, and a way to share them.

At first, my little point-and-shoot camera limited me to distance shots. Those sunset and evening sky landscapes are still some of the best I’ve ever taken. I finally caught a rainbow in time, but it took ten years of trying.

In time, I was able to get a better camera, so now my collection of flower close-ups is growing apace. My goal is to have a portfolio with every kind of luscious bloom recorded in it.

My favorite — irises — have been dear to me since childhood. For my eighth-grade graduation I, with two other girls, sang, “There’s a bower of roses by Bendemeer’s Stream.” My mother made for me a shell pink, silk dress with bands of delicately handmade white lace threaded through with lavender velvet ribbons. I felt like a princess.

Since the school year ends before Memorial Day in the Midwest, the irises and roses were then at their peak of perfection. I picked a delicate lavender iris and a small handful of pale pink rosebuds, and crafted a corsage that matched, if not surpassed, the loveliness of a hothouse orchid.

I’ve had a few orchids and bouquets of roses in my life — not a lot. I seemed to inspire mostly appliances, tires and other practical gifts from the men in my life. In fact, when my husband exited my life, his stepfather said to him, “But you never even bought her any jewels!” to which my husband responded, “She never wanted them.” That was only half-true.

I didn’t care for diamonds, but I loved opals and amber, and I’m conspicuously without both. Had I been the kind of woman who did inspire flowers, they could never have equaled, in my eyes and memory, the perfection of that simple little nosegay I made for myself from the bounty of our Illinois flowerbed.


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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 02:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


I love it Lyn - the story and the photos. Thanks for sharing. I loved following the thread all the way from the beginning to the end.

Your photos are spectacular. Thank you. I especially love the iris. Mine are just in bud at the moment. I've never taken a photo of them that captured their beauty as your photo has. I'll keep trying.

Lovely.....and I too am wallowing in the spring luxuriences this year.

Thank you all , and has it not been the most magnificent spring? I'm going crazy with the camera. You can see my recent spring blossom shots at http://picasaweb.google.com/grammylyn1/Spring2010# and I believe you can look at other albums from there ,if you'd like, by clicking on Lyn's photos at the top. I have more to load on tonight from this afternoon's foray.

I share your love of photography. While the lovely flowers of cooler climates are lost to me, I do enjoy taking photos of cacti blossoms and have posted some today. Their bloom is fleeting and a camera preserves them forever, as you pointed out.

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