Holiday Palm

I discovered the holiday palm in my neighborhood. It resides next to a sturdy brick house. Who creates these lovely tableaux? Random people? An organization? The homeowner? Perhaps it’s a selfless form of expression to remind us of our connectedness in times of celebration. A sign of community.

I’m reminded of the discovery of Vivian Maier’s extraordinary street photography. She embraced photography almost as a secret, purely for her own enjoyment without the need for a viewer to give the work validation.

Maybe these anonymous displays were all about a secret that was hidden in plain site by someone who loved the process and didn’t need the viewer to bring the creator’s work full circle. No need for recognition or praise.

Most every month a new story was placed inside the Palm Tree and over time my curiosity kept adding to the fable I was creating.

This is about the passage of time, the changing seasons and remembering, which is what photography does best.