"Flora"

I really didn't want to shoot metal today. I kept getting a cold, empty feeling every time I imagined my picture. So I decided to take a walk at the Benson Sculpture Park and hope for some inspiration. Today was one of those days when everything seemed to be coming alive in this little suburban sanctuary, even the bronze sculptures. As I slowly walked the paths, I could hear so many different sounds, so many different voices. (And no, I did not have any pain killers on board). I felt like I was in the middle of a group of excited party planners who were making preparations for a grand celebration called Summer. Birds were merrily chirping, bees were busily buzzing, flowers were happily blooming, trees were bravely budding and water was freely flowing. As I walked around, it dawned on me that Bronze is a metal. So I just started listening even closer to all of the sounds, especially the sculptures.

Today, it was "Flora", as she is named, who spoke to me the loudest. She reminded me to let nature take its natural healing course and to make time to stop and appreciate even the smallest blade of grass. This is nourishment for the mind, body and soul.