Perspective

9 elegantly shaped leaves.
I had no idea what kind of plant it was, but I was told to pull it up.
And discovered roots 13 feet long.

We had just gotten a wonderful smattering of rain.
It was take time to take advantage of the soft soil.
It was time to do some weeding. The air breathed light and cool when I discovered this curiously shaped vine.

Pull it.
Destroy it.
It is a weed.

What is a weed?
An unwanted plant in a human-made space. (according to the gardener and the dictionary)
Are there weeds where there are no humans or human expectations?

What is a weed?
After 30 minutes of pulling, muscle-ache, and discovery of 13 feet of roots, one perceives a weed is a plant with survival skills.

What is a weed?
Plant or nuisance?

Sr. Teresita Thủy celebrated her 25th anniversary of vows the past June.
The sisters put together a light program of entertainment.
I was the photographer.

Take a look at the photo.
Who really has the perspective?
The one who took the picture of the photographer or the One who put the persons in the photograph?

What is a weed?
I prefer to take the perspective that it is one of God's creation with great survival skills.
Please call me a weed.

ps1. For more photos of the Anniversary Mass, click on Profession Mass 2010 at
http://www.trinhvuong.org/PhotogalleryAug2006/photogallery.html

ps2. Another interesting take on a photo
http://www.local12.com/news/local/story/Family-Photo-Catches-Thief-in-the-Act/Iyqo6JToJ0GIYsNlrpBskQ.cspx?rss=30

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