Streets Of Philadelphia … A Visual Diary … Page 63 … A Gift Of Life From The Garden


My wife and I do a nice garden every year. Well, Tanya makes the garden and I make the photos from it. It’s very inspiring to me and also rewarding in a way that’s hard to explain. It’s like New Life has come to visit me and maybe help me settle a little with the anguish living inside me. I won’t get too mushy here or explain too much detail but I will state that I feel every Vet from every war would benefit from doing a garden. Instead of seeing things dying all the time and that’s not just in Combat, it’s the aftermath that is the hard time to deal with and they call that PTSD. Vets see their relationships slipping away and dying and not know how to deal with it and even worse, not give a shit about it anyway.

The Garden brings new life without prejudice of what was before. So, I do as the flowers etc suggest…..just bring a camera and enjoy making photos….and I do.


The Tulips are just starting to come up and they call to me right away. Tanya does a lot of work like the Garden’s Mother taking care of her children. I go out and just find a few moments of peace and tranquility. I don’t expect or ask for more.

Every minute is “A Gift From A Flower To A Garden”.

4 thoughts on “Streets Of Philadelphia … A Visual Diary … Page 63 … A Gift Of Life From The Garden”

  1. Funny, Nicole is quite the avid gardener. She tends to one out in Brooklyn in the backyard of a brownstone where she used to rent an apartment. She takes our son to help and allows me in now and then to find a few photographs as well.

    I find it interest in the images we make away from our usual subjects. Another layer. Another perspective. I think we all need it. It helps when we step back deeper inside of ourselves and confront what’s there.

    1. Your right Keith. I find the garden a nice distraction from the street. Sometimes, it’s the street distracting me from the garden.

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