You do not need to know the name of a flower to enjoy it and to notice it.

That’s not to say I don’t try to learn more about the flowers: I do, and I enjoy learning more about them, looking up reference books, trying to find the right name, understanding a bit more about their meaning and symbolism and use in days gone by, wondering if I can find a Gaelic name to add a bit of poetry too.

But I can’t always manage it. I often can’t manage it.

I look up what I’ve seen (and captured, often, close up with a macro) and still come away scratching my head, unsure as to what the name might be.

As time goes by the more I think it doesn’t matter, not for this purpose anyway, this noticing, this appreciation, this wondering.

Perhaps the desire to name and to label can even get in the way, a barrier to simply seeing what we see.

The precision of naming takes away from the uniqueness of seeing ~ Pierre Bonnard

I did not need to know what this flower’s name was to notice her, to bend down and try and capture her, even as she danced, furiously in the wind and the spray of the waterfalls behind.

You do not need to know why the moment matters to me, why the place matters, why the falls are special, or even what the flower said.

I think perhaps it is enough for me to label this in my mind, in my heart, in my flickr stream: flower, dancing by the waterfall.