It’s a bank holiday here in the UK, which means that – by my own rules- I should have written a blog post today. Sadly, though, I haven’t been feeling very inspired.
Rather than let myself down completely, I decided to look for a photograph to post.
Although, of course one photo isn’t enough, as I also need a header image. So, having found a rather lovely flame-coloured rose in full bloom, I had to find another picture to accompany it. The distant cousin – probably a dog rose though perhaps a sweet briar – seemed a reasonable choice, particularly as both pictures were taken within the last week.
Then I got to thinking about how odd it is that we easily identify both these flowers as roses, given that they look absolutely nothing alike.
And now I have a topic that I could follow until the cows come home – all about superficial similarities, about the essence that makes a thing whatever it is, about how we recognise things and how we categorise them, and how the categories are defined by our culture rather than by reality and the role language plays here…
But now I have no time to do the subject justice, so I shall settle for posting the photos.