I go out to see the world and my attention’s seized by clumps of weeds. The universe speaks and I’m thrown into a foray of perplexing postulations that I knew I had to hit stop and rewind things a bit to better understand. Sometimes, big things do come in small packages or that fancy doesn’t automatically means best.
Walking around the farm just before sunrise, I eagerly held on to my camera and kept my sleepy eyes from missing out on anything worth a photograph. My sole intention that morning was to take photos — of majestic horses, of landscapes as the sun rises over the hill, of trees, birds or any of the usual subjects for composition, everything but the weeds.
Weeds. What was the attraction with the weeds?
Light and Shadow
Some consider them pests and definitely will not make room for them in their gardens. They aren’t generally seen as an aesthetic addition to the landscape and would often receive the boot. Schlock, dross, rubbish. Not worth the water they consume, water that’s reserved for the bermuda, shrubbery, trees and all the lovely elements that make the patch of greenery perfect.
But then there are photos like these which would make you wonder. How can something this beautifully made be a nuisance to others?
Outgrowth. Seemingly endless and unorganised spread. Contrastive unsolicited addition to themes. Symbolic of lacking in control over situations or even a sign of negligence. Pandemonium. Defiance.
Weeds do seem to have a shoddy reputation, true. And yet, thinking about the freedom they have in a life filled with edicts characteristic to classifications and order; followed by all, loved by none, I wonder why they continue to be grossly underrated.
Uprooted from one place, they move on to the next one. They thrive in areas where there’s sustenance. Just like most living creatures. Cracks are opportunities to grow, fences are sources of support, and walls are meant to be climbed.
Like in most circumstances, best not to be in a situation wherein you’re not wanted, a condition wherein you’re not supported, or an environment where you’re not loved.
Weeds are at their finest in the wild. Here, they are seen as a work of art. Unrestrained, they flourish. Weeds are radiant when they find that place where they belong. They bloom in harmony with the rest of the universe.
All we need to comprehend is balancing symmetry; aligning our strengths with convictions.
I reckon, I’m just a wee bit closer to figuring things out.
Just something to think about.
Trivia: Photos taken around the horse paddocks at Narnu Farm, Hindmarsh Island, South Australia, December 2012.