White Flowers in the Dark

This photograph would not have existed had things not happened in the exact way they did.

Very dramatic, I know. The reality is much more mundane, though. But it’s still true.

So, I like fast food. Not only do I get fast food every week, I get fast food several times a week. Coronapocalypse has only exacerbated this. Last night, I went out yet again to get me some. I ordered a burger meal and the guy behind the counter said: “it’ll take 10 minutes”. I said okay and instead of waiting inside the shop staring at my phone (the signal isn’t always good in there) and despite it being dark and quite cold now, I decided to walk around the block. It’s a familiar street, been there a million times, the street borders the park that has seen so much of my presence in this strange year. And then I saw them. Growing in someone’s front yard. White flowers, blooming. I don’t know what they are, I’m not good with flowers. I took the phone out of my pocket and snapped a picture and here it is:

I did not expect it to turn out as well as it did. I tried to keep my hands steady while it was being captured and thought it would still come blurry. But it didn’t.

And this is how I ended up with the best photograph ever taken in my whole life.

It’s had no adjustments, apart from some added brightness. It’s not even cropped. Taken with my smartphone, I stress once again. When I wasn’t even trying. Here’s your motivational story.

This post could be a companion to this one from last year–same colours, only that one is staged. Also has the gothic romance aesthetics. As it happens, my favourite book of all time is Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. (The new Netflix adaptation is very underwhelming. Read the book, or watch the Hitchcock version instead.)

So, that’s it. Imagine if I cooked that night, instead of got a takeout. I would never have ended up with the best picture of my life. Checkmate, healthy eating enthusiasts and foodies!

Daisies May 2020

I feel like, throughout the whole existence of this blog, I have never given daisies the justice they deserve. So while going out for walks during this pandemic, I’ve been keeping my eye out for daisies. My local park had just what I was after.

Pictures taken with my smartphone, again, as my camera has been untouched for majority of this spring, because what’s the point…

The five of them were so together, away from the rest of those on the above three photos, that it made me think: okay, so they’re either five members of a girlband or the five Bennett sisters from Pride and Prejudice.

Fading

It is miserable out there.

Every weekend a new storm. Every day, constant rain. If it’s not raining, it’s windy. It’s cold. It’s bleak. You doubt if spring and summer really exist, if they’re not just a product of your imagination.

So you stay at home. The only thing you have is a bunch of half faded roses you bought yourself for Valentine’s. At this rate, you’re soon fade too.

Apologies for the terrible purple prose but I’m so over this atrocious weather!

Ode To Joy

And all men shall be brothers…

Joy, beautiful spark of Divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly One, thy sanctuary!
Thy magic binds again
What custom strictly divided;
All people become brothers,
Where thy gentle wing abides.

Who has succeeded in the great attempt,
To be a friend’s friend,
Whoever has won a lovely woman,
Add his to the jubilation!
Indeed, who even just has one soul
To call his own in this world!
And who never managed it should slink
Weeping from this union!

All creatures drink of joy
At nature’s breasts.
All the Just, all the Evil
Follow her trail of roses.
Kisses she gave us and grapevines,
A friend, proven in death.
Salaciousness was given to the worm
And the cherub stands before God.

Gladly, as His suns fly
through the heavens’ grand plan
Go on, brothers, your way,
Joyful, like a hero to victory.

Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss to all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving Father.
Are you collapsing, millions?
Do you sense the creator, world?
Seek him above the starry canopy!
Above stars must He dwell.

~Friedrich Schiller

One day, we will all be brothers.