The smells of Spring flowering in our neighborhood once again show our human efforts to mimic nature minor league. Even the most brilliant photographs ( Ansel Adams etc) or exquisite paintings (Monet etc.) pale in comparison to a human being who has fully engaged all his senses to experience the great out doors. Once my daughter went on a school trip to Cape Cod. Her teacher told her to stop taking pictures and “be fully in the moment”. She came home and told us she had been given the best lesson of her life. Her mind’s eye and all her other senses create images & fully embedded memories a camera can never duplicate. Oh, the undiluted smell of lilacs...♥️❗️♥️
The smells of Spring flowering in our neighborhood once again show our human efforts to mimic nature minor league. Even the most brilliant photographs ( Ansel Adams etc) or exquisite paintings (Monet etc.) pale in comparison to a human being who has fully engaged all his senses to experience the great out doors. Once my daughter went on a school trip to Cape Cod. Her teacher told her to stop taking pictures and “be fully in the moment”. She came home and told us she had been given the best lesson of her life. Her mind’s eye and all her other senses create images & fully embedded memories a camera can never duplicate. Oh, the undiluted smell of lilacs...♥️❗️♥️
My grandparents always had them and I had them when I was a kid. The smell is heavenly.