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The Optimism of a Watermelon
Notes from my daily photography experiments #2
Today from my daily experiments, I decided to succumb to cutting the vine off my optimistic attempt of a watermelon. The lifeline that connected it had withered and browned. The umbilical cord to this dying fruit.
I had tried to delay this moment for as long as possible. Cutting it would mean defeat. Despite my best efforts in generating a green thumb for the past two years, all I could grow was a tiny watermelon, so small that it could fit into the palm of my hand.
I snipped it off and decided it would be the subject for my daily photo. Prior to this, I didn’t think there could be much to learn from this little fruit. But once I carved into the solid back of the rind, what I discovered inside pleasantly surprised me.
Within its florescent pink flesh nestled the signature black seeds. Of course, I expected them to be there, but not in the state that I had found them.
I saw that the seeds were the exact same size as the ones that would be in a regular-sized melon. I smiled at this, my interest piqued, and charmed by the small lessons that the natural world offers. Nature and its seeds often do inspire those that observe them. Seeds, dormant life, how can they not stir one into a joyous frenzy of contemplation?
