ON A RECENT AFTERNOON, I took a visual break from the computer, a mental break from writing, to glance out my office window.
The view isn’t particularly lovely. Lots of parked vehicles in my line of vision. Almost like a car lot, a repair shop, a junkyard.
And then there’s the street itself, a main artery through Faribault, heavy with traffic. The drone of vehicles and wail of sirens assures few moments of peace.
So, when I take a break from work, that is what I see. I often wish my office was located elsewhere in our house, with a view of the wooded hillside that rises to the south and west. But, unless we move the kitchen or demolish the garage and add on, I’m stuck with this spot, this scene.
But, amid all of this, there is a splash of beauty in the flowers that rise right outside my office window. Phlox in white and shades of pink and purple. And hydrangea that anchor each side of the front steps, their massive flowers so beautiful that people occasionally stop to inquire about them. That includes a neighbor, a trucker, and the last person I would think interested in flowers. I’ve promised him hydrangea roots in the spring. Maybe he’ll give me some of his lovely peonies in return.
My perennials provide the nature perspective I need when breaking briefly from work. And, on a recent summer afternoon, those phlox presented even more—three Eastern tiger swallowtail butterflies swooping, hovering, landing among the blossoms.
I grabbed my camera, with no intention of hurrying outside to photograph the butterflies. I knew from experience that they would be gone before I grabbed my shoes, flew outside and rounded the house. So I opted to photograph through the screen window, filthy from all the passing traffic.
The results were not sharp images and I deleted most. But one stood out. Soft. Butterfly feeding upon vivid pink blossoms. Poetic. Exquisite. A natural respite from the clutter that typically defines the view from my office window.
© Copyright 2020 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Freud called it transference. We transfer our inner landscape onto the outside world of nature. Yours is a good example how we select what we focus on. A good comeback from paragraph 1. We select how we feel too.
Nice.
Larry, thanks for your insightful comment. I had to reread this a few times, but, yeah, this makes sense. It’s good to hear from you.
Nice photo…and fun to see the tiger swallowtail!
Interesting how we both posted today about butterflies. I am envious of your massive Monarch butterfly discovery and subsequent photo shoot.
Hello.
Very beautiful. I do love it.
Have a good day!
Thank you kindly.
This photo is beautiful, aren’t you glad your grabbed your camera and took the shot while you had it?
I am. I had no idea if it would turn out through the haze of a dirty window screen. But I knew the butterfly would be gone if I waited and raced outdoors.
Beautiful, Audrey. Screen or not. ❤
Thank you, Penny.
Pretty little flowers and their visitor
I never tire of watching butterflies on flowers.