Rain as a welcome guest
Rain as a depressive presence
Polarities – It’s funny how we see things differently. Playing with a photograph it is easy to evoke different moods and textures. This morning I took this photo while looking out my living room window onto the street where a gentle rain was falling. Since this area has been dry for some time, this rain is viewed as a welcome guest by the farming community. Now, the crops will have a chance to germinate (some still haven’t) and to flourish, at least for the next while. Of course another timely rain would then be necessary or the crops would then wither and produce shrivelled kernels of grain. The mood in our tiny town is positive and people are smiling.
As a child growing up in cities, rain was not so good for me. It seemed to leave me feeling depressed. Rain still reminds me of lonely streets and Sunday mornings. It likely doesn’t make sense, but even though it was a depressed feeling, I seemed to prefer the lonely streets in the rain to the hustle and noise of the house.
Rain – water – the source of life – the upwelling of the unconscious. It is both, so much for either/or. Now, if I could only hold the tension of opposites and not get trapped into polarity thinking, I might better appreciate the whole.
The rain has forced me to reschedule the planned photo trip. Hopefully it will happen next week so that I can finish the third book called “Mike.” It is a shift from landscape-nature photography to people-nature photography.
