Photographically speaking I feel about sunflowers much the same way that I feel about the Gateway Arch in St. Louis: that it is hard to take a bad picture of either and I never tire of trying to capture their simple elegance. And when it is a whole field of sunflowers in the middle of a city and thousands of bees and bumblebees are buzzing about and the setting sun is dipping down out of a bank of clouds on a humid summer’s evening, well then it all becomes a veritable Eden.
That is all to say that there are a lot of pictures here! I hope you may enjoy them. Be sure to catch the one of the cheeky bee sticking out his proboscis. And look for the moment when the hour truly became golden when the sun peaked out from behind the clouds. To learn more about this project, see the last picture or check out their website. And here is a story on the project from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
Finally, the great numbers of bees were so heartening to see because they are really in trouble and that may be bad news for all of us. Finally, finally, apologies to Khaled Hosseini for the modified plagiarizing in the blog title. It was just too perfect not to steal.
I post another set of ruin photos and once again attendant upon this act are the feelings and the questions of what is it inside me that make such photos appealing. Are the images cautionary? Or are they mirrors–a feeling of diminished glory in own life which is reflected so well here in this crumbling church. Whatever the case may be in my own reflections on these images, I should note that a church is fundamentally more than the building in which it is housed. Perhaps the building which a church indwells says something about that church or about its past or the things it values or how it views God, and yet a church is not its building. A church may wither first and then its building after it or a church may go on strong and its building be left behind like the molted shell of an insect. That is the case with this church, as I have it on good authority that this church continues to thrive in its school building next door. But, oh, what a glorious shell it left behind, now being taken apart brick by brick to be used elsewhere, perhaps in many new buildings. Now there is a metaphor that might be worth exploring! The title of this post comes from this lovely song by Rich Mullins with which I resonate a great deal.