Several older women were touring our local botanical gardens yesterday. I followed them. These pictures were taken through my car's windows. I hoped they would forgive me for the invasion of their privacy.
Some elderly are able to maintain a more outward-looking attitude as they age. Others dwell inward. Who can say why we are as we are? (Go ahead and 'click'. She's so cute photographing the flowers).
This is the way I'd like to age. Moving forward. Eyes open. Seeking beauty.
This dear little lady never looked up at the statue of a mother dancing with her child.
I wanted to go to her and wrap my arms around her frail shoulders.
I've been a little melancholy this Spring. The aging brain? The number '60'? The inevitable contrast between one's creaky body and the unrestrained suppleness in the garden, trees, ponds and sky? Possibly. I imagine it's a bit of everything and it probably colors my observations.
But, really. Whether or not it was merely my melancholy that whispered that these images needed to be recorded - I love them.