Another week, another challenge to photographers – this time we are asked for photos that portray Forces of Nature, whether they be seedlings popping out of the ground, or windstorms, or waterfalls, or….
On the left is Mt St Helens, thirty or so years after she blew her top and flattened everything for miles around – you can see it’s still quite bare of trees, but on Johnson’s Ridge, where we were in August 2011, wildflowers were blooming in profusion, contrasting forces of nature both monumental and minuscule.
In my own garden in the past week, my Alexander rose was bearing one beautiful bloom, which I was hoping to pick for my mother on Sunday (Mother’s Day). Unfortunately for my plan, we had a day or two of severe winds, which scattered most of the brilliant vermilion petals of Alexander all around the garden, leaving a very sad remnant of a rose on the bush.
There are patterns all around us.
There’s knitting sewing crochet butterfly wings, the fractal patterns of leaves and mountains; grids, grates, sidewalks, windows.
The world is full of patterns and we love them.
We’re always on the lookout for patterns, and we build them into stories and into scientific theories.
Flocks of flying birds make patterns, from skeins of geese to ullalating clouds of corellas.
There was a flock of New Holland honey-eaters in the garden.
If there was a pattern it was hard to see.
They stay within calling distance of each other, but apart from that, seem to move around independently.
Like a mob of school kids in a park or candy store.
See, I just found a pattern!