Another World
This past Saturday, as the clouds played games with my plans to fall asleep beside the pool, I felt my mood teetering on the brink of falling over the edge. I mean, I start making my Saturday pool plans on the previous Sunday, and then etch them in stone by Tuesday. And what do I wake up to on Saturday? Dark rolling clouds and sub-eighty degree weather.
Christ!
Saturday at the public pool is one of the few places where, for that brief moment before you doze off in your lounge chair, with the sound of water frolicking behind you, and the photons tickling your skin, you can almost believe that you don’t live in a society of mortgages, and car payments, and taxes, and network television, and hanging on to your job for the benefits, and all the other bullshit that goes with living in a society that’s only purpose is economic growth. In those moments of communion with our white dwarf I can actually feel the sun’s hands reaching down and massaging me from 93 million miles away. Beneath the sun it feels like there really is a possibility that every day could be like Saturday. Well…this Saturday my massage was cancelled by bitch-ass inclement weather and it didn’t make me happy.
So, as we stomped about the city looking for an alternative to the poolside Heidi came up with an idea. “How about we run by the Botanical Gardens? You have your new lens right?”
“Yeah…I have my new lens.” Botanical Gardens? Wasn’t that just a big garden on steroids? Awesome, let’s go take some pictures of friggin’ Carnations! No way! I am not going to spend my day dickin’ around in Pansies!
I turned to the Missus, “Sounds good, where’s the turn off?”
As we came out of the parking garage our old friend, The Sun, kicked aside the clouds and began rubbing my shoulders as if to say, it’s okay, wait till you get a load of this. If you keep your eyes open you might even find that it’s a better view than the suburbanites in bathing suits you usually see.
Here’s a few images of what I found… Oh, and make sure to click on the photos to see them large because they are somewhat other-worldly.
August 18th, 2009 at 5:52 am
WOW!! Both the writing and the photos. Is there talent that you don’t have?
August 18th, 2009 at 9:26 am
YOUR talent amazes me. Thanks
August 18th, 2009 at 10:05 am
Mr. Hahn,
“A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.”
John Barrymore
Make your hobbies your vocation without delay.
August 18th, 2009 at 10:14 am
WOW!!!!!!!! Bill you continue to amaze me with your photos and also your stories before the photos. It is a privilege to know you and see your awesome work.