Every Tuesday I post a photo of a texture or the use of a texture and share a detail of my part of the world.
The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present.
Last week I took a little off time for my birthday.
After a couple of rough personal days and a few set backs on the work side I was shaken. It’s never the launching of a new product if there’s not blood involved and this time, among some other incidents that are not worth our time, I had to deal with a certain government agency that -for one- demanded scientific and trustworthy proof that plants are alive.
I mean. I’m a biologist. My face was like. I’m sorry to go all teen on you but I CAN’T EVEN.
And they were straight up serious.
My brain’s first response was some rapid reeling towards the road of where can I find this in the internet, but after a few hours of receiving yet more ridiculous requirements I gave up with dignity.
I included a line in the explanatory document I had to submit stating that any person that successfully completed second grade knows that plants are alive and that I was not debating it because I needed my life to get simpler, not more complicated. I then moved on to telling every soul that crosses my path about that moment when the last bit of faith I had in this government’s performance was shattered by someone who didn’t acknowledge basic science.
There was also a urinary infection that made me visit my primary doctor (automatically assigned by my health insurance, the one I had to change to last year) only to find out his course of action was to give me some labs to be performed in two months. Because by then he would see if I was still alive and then probably start some sort of IV. Whatever, I went to get a second opinion (I had to pay for it, because defending your life is costly) and that doctor gave me all the antibiotics of the world and I’m now trying to defend my urinary track to prevent further aches.
Anyway, I skipped Tuesdays of Texture without notice mainly because I didn’t knew I was going to my parent’s house. My bad.
So, I’m sharing the contributions of the week before last:
Klara shared an amazing shot of a bee inside a flower that has such a great macro that the skin of the bee is the winning texture in it.
Prior shared a beautiful mossy shot, but the great part of her post is the lovely story of the stranger turned friend that she met outside a building while waiting for her mother. Love that kind of encounter.
Have a great day! I hope you have some shots to share 🙂