This rose makes me smile every time I look at it: such soft petals and yet depth of colour. It's blooming in a neighbour's garden, one that I pass by when I walk the dog, and there's just no way I can pass by without bending down and drawing in its rich fragrance, as rich in fragrance as it is in colour.
Yesterday I took a photo and this morning its been my delight to play with the image and present it as a piece of photo art. I hope you can almost smell the fragrance, and sense the velvet softness of the petals. I sure can!
Every day the garden needs water. And every day the garden responds, offering me the gift of its flowers.
Its gifts— nasturtiums, sweet peas, snapdragons— are multiplied as I arrange little bouquets that sit on the counters and on the table tops; as I photograph the arrangements; and then as I 'play' with the photos and take delight in details and nuances of colour and light while processing them and preparing them for sharing.
Thanks for stopping by my photo blog and enjoying some of the things I see... And let me know what you like to see and share.
Spring has been so late this year. At least.. it sure feels like it! So these tulips reaching for the light speak volumes... leaning towards the light, reaching for it, and drawn to its warmth ...
Much of our coastal forest is made up of western red cedar, and sadly many of these giants of our forest are dying with the shift of climate. There simply isn't enough water for their needs. Maybe this is why this single cedar offers me hope, provides some encouragement. There’s a clearing all around it while it stands in its singular beauty. Healthy and vibrant. The forest gardeners are no where in sight, but the signs of their labours remain. And the tree is flourishing: a signal of care.
In the garden for fall clean up there were still a few snaps, nasturtiums and sweet peas, so I gathered this last offering from the summer with gratitude. I love the way the morning light highlights its soft beauty and warm colours.
Many people enjoy the beach, the sand and the warm water in the little bay by our place. But not many leave behind such gorgeous pieces of temporary beach art. This one at the bottom of our stairs was a delight to discover!
Thank you to whoever the creative soul was (with strong arms!) who put this piece together, and left it for us to enjoy.
On my morning walk to the Point, shortly after sunrise, my eye was drawn to the textures of the sandstone tafoni, and reflections of the sky in the shallow tidepool at the very tip of Flagpole Point.
Walking along the path to the beach, surrounded by a tangle of tall dried grasses, the grey twisted limbs of Ocean Spray and a tangle of bare wild rose canes, I was struck by the pattern and colour! Exquisite, wild and unexpected beauty, the designs, patterns and artistry. On both sides, all around.
With this image, the deeper I look, the more intriguing the patterns. And yet, I could have simply walked on past, thinking the only thing was to get to the beach at the end of the path…
glimpses of the extraordinary amidst an ordinary day