I regularly participate in Speaking Crow, a monthly poetry reading in Winnipeg, which includes a featured poet and an open-mic. Even though the readers don’t know what other poets will share, a theme often emerges. I’m always listening for it and I’m thrilled when it happens. I was thinking about that this morning and decided to try it with photos. I went into my old photo file folders and randomly selected some photos.
So, here they are. What do you think the theme might be? I’ll share my thoughts about it towards the end of the post, because I don’t want to influence your thinking. It might be different for each of us, because I’m sure it’s a psychological and spiritual thing.
The above feature photo, taken on a street near my place in Winnipeg, is a fall shot. And the frosty twigs below were out at my Dad’s place in the country.
And I saw these snow shadows on my street early one morning.
Here’s a detail from the Manitoba Legislative Building.
My previous apartment had a patio and I planted these vines in pots and attached chicken wire for them to climb up.
Here’s my Dad out in his yard a few years back.
This photo of poplars, that looks like a painting, was taken on the other side of Dad’s yard.
These flowers were somewhere in Winnipeg.
Three Ambrosia apples were sitting on my kitchen counter one day.
My thoughts, on the theme of these randomly selected photos, involve my dad and the changing of the seasons. This is likely the last winter he will be able to stay out in the country by himself and in the fall I started to worry about how winter would treat him.
Dad’s a very independent person, who’s lived in the country all his life, building and fixing things himself, but it’s not so easy for him now. Growing up, as the youngest child, I was his sidekick and helper. That’s how I learned how to do things like attach chicken wire to fences for the vines.
He’s pretty much had to give up the garden now, though he still picks volunteer tomatoes and skirts the wild flowers as he mows the grass.
Maybe the photo of the Manitoba Legislative Building detail alludes to the rousing discussions we still have about the government and those frustrating politicians.
Lately, Dad speaks a lot about spring, but with a touch of sadness, as the house will be up for sale and he’s not looking forward to apartment living. Maybe the photo of apples represents my hope for a positive outcome to it all.
I’m curious to know what theme came to you?