(my Canon is broken so I’m left with washed out Pinephone selfies)
How are you coping with things?
Sometimes there is no way to cope with things other than continuing to exist. I suppose that is what coping actually means. To find a way through, or past, to simply persist in life. Usually when I think of coping I think of… pretending. Like… how well are you pretending, lately? How happy does your life appear on camera? Do I sound a bit morbid? I think I sound a bit morbid.
Anyway.
I took this picture a while ago because I listen to the Beatles as one form of Life Coping Mechanism
That was like last week, I think. I also started experimenting with stripes. Behold:
Thar be stripes!
Yesterday I went into the backyard and found this leaf:
Additional shot of leaf:
I remember learning about keratin and was like…. anyway it was kind of crazy to think about how trees basically have… specially designed leaves.. like. Like the colors are specifically as they are in order to be able to capture different wavelengths of light. That that’s why leaves have so many colors inside. I think that’s so cool. Sometimes I wonder about our eyes and why they are different colors and I’m sure somebody knows something about the reason why that is, probably to do with the sun, too, though it’s probably not quite as complicated.
Tree
I don’t think this is the same rose as before, but it might be, I’m not sure. In any case… something about this photo really gets to me. Maybe it’s the colors? The softness? You’ll never see a rose like this in a store. Maybe that’s part of what it is. Yeah actually I think that’s what it is plus I have memories of seeing my grandma’s rose garden. I would love to learn how to actually take care of my plants.
Sending you love,
