I Was Bored: Roses & Abstractions

I was sitting at the coffeehouse counter the other evening, tired of reading the newspaper. I needed something different to occupy my mind, something creative.

Roses. A vase of roses sat in front of me. I dug out my small tripod, set it up, and then attached my compact digital camera. I took a few shots. The roses, as you can tell, were a little past their full bloom: dark, decaying edges.

But I at least took one shot that despite the signs of deterioration looked OK. Of course, I can imagine that a practicing Freudian psychologist out there will have a field day with it. (Then again, the odds are probably against me. How many Freudian shrinks still in business – three?)




I took a few shots and got bored with trying to capture the fading bloom of the roses. I packed away my equipment. Then I wandered off, picking up a copy of Time magazine that was lying around. It was the Person Of The Year issue. Usually Time features a leading figure in the news - a president, dictator, businessman, whoever - whose actions had a notable affect on the world during the previous year.

This year Time got lazy and put a cheap mirror on the cover, saying that YOU were person of the year. How lame.




But when I laid the magazine on the counter, I noticed how the roses were reflected in the cheap cover mirror. So I played around with the mirror, seeing what kind of abstracts I could create. Once again I dragged out my small tripod and camera and took some more shots.

What I like about the coffeehouse is that all sorts of freethinkers hang there. No one bothered me while I shot away. I worked uninterrupted, a blessing.