witty? No, but Oh!

Oh my!  i have not written since June but then i heard from Chrissy O'Neill and then i was spurred...on by...a link.
Yes, she sent me a link so we investigated right and proper, and it was to  http://www.travelsupermarket.com/c/holidays/capture-the-colour/
so really how could i NOT write a blog?
I am here to speak, yes for today i say i have an image.
I think it is nice but then i took it and so i have to remind all that we (I) can be either selective, right or biased.
I possibly am all three to be honest.

Now i look at it i see a small bee buzzing, and bet its out of focus.
it would be.
er, no pun intended.
i was perched on a mobility scooter in a rehab centre for those with chronic illnesses.  I escaped this evening as sun was fading and the light was really wonderful.
To the Roses i go each day here, a Rose garden within a complex of a rehabilitation centre for Rheumatology conditions and also a Hospice.

My escaping was wonderful for i did it daily more than once.
I escaped at Dawn, mid day, middle day, afternoon, middle afternoon and eve.
and sometimes, i cried there.  Sometimes i sat and was all melancholy and quiet.
But mostly i was within a zone of complete and utter peace, smell magic, see beauty, surrounded by calm, leaves, colour, and more so and forever.
I was at one with nature, myself, my being and my many conditions.  To escape pain, escape confrontation of illness, escape encasement within alien environments that only hospitals and peaceful dying rooms can be.
to escape turmoil, as only i know it and knew it then.
the sort of frantic wish to escape and a need to see if beauty can actually do this sort of magic trick of transcending.
It can, and it does.  Look at my white, pure with butter colour touch?
see a small bee, kiss as lightly on the edge of sweetness.
can you hear the buzz?  I can.
Can you smell the dusk approaching?  Oh yes, i can.
What say you of the Peace then within.
Oh, oh. Oh, i can.  that is all that is to say of it.
No more.
I have a glow, a petal glow of fragile safety within a fractured soul.
I have found the capture for me alone, in this world, alone capture for soul and being, a fragrant flower, drawing me to it, the bee and all together gather, shrouded in leaves and shelter, i am here now. At a whiteness of peace to me.
I am ok.
All is ok and for the space i give myself in the rose garden with my camera, i can be alone but aware of wonder.  It is always so. A link together a creative need to stay linked to nature and aesthetics and wonder, to transcend pain, a lot of it.
i invite my friends all photographers to join in this blog, find an image and place within this competition and capture their colours.  GO, Capture the Colour i invite
 Margaret Brown,
 Michele O'Neill
 Doreen Kennedy

Lois Davies and Sarah Henderson to come and see what Ann is saying to you and about what and with what and how....