And how was this year’s crop? Well, let’s just say that I planted all the dahlia tubers in the front and back garden areas with high hopes. The yield has been pitiful–yes, pitiful. Turns out you can fertilize mistakenly and get big, bushy foliage and little to no blooms. There is, however, one plant that has given me flowers consistently through the season, and I’m thankful for that. Even so, I truly missed the variety and profusion of my dahlia moments and desperately needed a fix. Hence, that ten-hour trip in one day in August.
So, what happened when I brought my bounty home? Well, I had big plans and super high hopes to photograph every single one of those four dozen blooms. Plans to photograph them one at a time, in groups, the whole bunch, fronts, backs, sides, curves, curls, stems, and petals –you name it. And, not only that, I envisioned portraits in macro and close-up settings, petal plays, multiple exposures, spins, zooms, soft focus, still life set-ups, lightbox views, Lensbaby magic and sooooo much more. I envisioned explorations of every nook and cranny–deep dives with my dahlias. Yes, I had big plans.
“HA!” Life said to me. Quickly, I realized the truth of this one word with my first session with the first dahlia. I realized that I had just spent three hours with one bloom. Yes, THREE hours! Looking ahead, I knew my schedule was full and had to accept that there simply would not be “enough” time to truly embrace my dream dates and take those deep dives with all my dahlias.