I walked past our garden the other day and what I saw--even at a glance--sent me running toward the house to fetch my “real” camera. Yes, I had my trusty snapshot camera in my pocket, but the garden was over-the-top full of gaudy, visual potential, and there was wonderful light to boot. I knew it was time for the photographer in me to Be Serious, so I ran for the Big Gun.
The chard looked particularly amazing, the veiny leaves and streaky stalks of the plants fairly glowing in soft, early-morning light. The marigolds nearby weren’t half-bad either. I moved around in the garden for quite some time, shooting this, looking closely at that. I was careful where I placed my feet, and those of my tripod. Crushed plants would undoubtedly make me the sorry recipient of the Wrath of the Gardener (Leah.)
There are some evenings when everything Leah and I have on our dinner plates came from our garden, or from our local Saturday Farmers Market. As rising fuel costs cause food prices to soar, I guess many of us are trying to buy food that is as locally-produced as possible. Still, we in “developed nations” live a life of plenty, compared to millions of people in the Third World, where hunger is an everyday reality.
Here in America, some dear friends of mine--they are simply individuals, hoping to help those who are hungry--have decided to give a portion of their own food budget money to the World Food Program, a hunger relief arm of the United Nations. If you are interested in knowing more about that organization, here’s a link:
http://www.friendsofwfp.org/site/pp.asp?c=7oIJLSOsGpF&b=245190
