- Khalil Gibran
Crystal water cascades over pink petals in a perfect paradise.
In Southern California there are no seasons. It hardly ever rains. The weather is almost always comfortable.
Meanwhile, in North Texas, we’ve dealt with a second harsh summer. Temperatures grew so high it felt like blood boiled beneath the skin when standing in the sun. The daytime was painful. The sun, an ultimate source of life, became an enemy.
But now fall starts to creep upon us. The white, glaring skies shift to a deeper blue. The daytime becomes embracing. Out of our discomfort, we’ve grown a greater appreciation of the mild.
In our consumer driven society we are barraged by items and ideas to make us feel more comfortable. Commercials and vendors constantly try to make our lives easier – create a life of all play and no work, no discomfort.
But how do you know what feels good if you don’t know what hurts? How can you appreciate pleasure without first undergoing pain?
Our roaming photographer captured this detailed image at a hotel in Santa Barbara, just a short drive up the coast from Los Angeles.
The intricate lines and bright colors of the flowers draw attention. The water and palm trees in the background set the scene and give a sense of place. It’s an incredibly comforting image shot in a locale of constant comfort.
The connotations of comfort overwhelms and also softens those who never leave it.