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The Delight of Dahlias

Nobody sees a flower, really, it is so small.

We haven’t time–– and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.

-Georgia O’Keeffe

I walked up to Volunteer Park today after the morning rain had abated, to take time to really see the flowers and capture the beauty of the dahlias in full bloom. 

-Christine Valters Paintner

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6 Responses

  1. Christine, what breath taking beauty…it astounds me, how loudly in the midst of silence that creation continuously glorifies the creator. Thanks for sharing what your eyes have seen in the sacred spaces that surround your day.Peace…Ron+

  2. Thank you Sally! It is amazing what happens when we slow down and really see.

    Bette, what a truly gorgeous poem. I am so deeply touched. What a gift you have offered. Thank you so much for your ongoing support and faithful presence.

    Love and blessings to you both, Christine

  3. Here is a Tanka/Waka (Japanese short-form poem) dedicated to the women who visit here and for Christine (since I used your title in my line three :) in sincere appreciation for your breathtaking photography you’ve given us today.

    Such radiance
    after the morning rain,
    delightful dahlia–
    oh how its color reflects
    into the tears on your cheeks.

    Bette.