The larger bulbs, tulips and daffodils, get all the acclaim but I love the ‘minor bulbs’ of Spring, small flowers that come earlier even as the snow is still on the ground, flowers such as the early crocus I posted last week. Snowdrops (Galanthus) are the earliest in my gardens. Unlike my loudly cheerful crocusContinue reading “Lens-Artist Challenge #143: Colorful Spring”
Crocuses. I feel a bit guilty about these non-native early bloomers yet they have been here for generations and pollinators feed on them. They were already well established when Emily Dickinson wrote of them in the 19th century: The feet of people walking homeWith gayer sandals go-The Crocus-till she risesThe Vassal of the snow-The lipsContinue reading “Lens-Artists: #142 You Pick It!”
Once you start noticing the intricate patterns you can’t stop. The middle work has been posted here before: https://dunelight.wordpress.com/2014/09/22/the-wonder-of-earths-creative-edge-2014/ https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/intricate/
It’s been a long cold lonely winter. I am to submit black and white as well as color portraits but I gotta tell ya, my hunger for color has left me with little interest in B&W.
WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by Robert Frost LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. And on this 5th day of February my gift to you is this clematis climbing the walls of an old stone house. No ordinary vine this, this influentialContinue reading ““Wind and Window Flower”
Impatient for Summer And on this third day of February we both found this photo captured our restless impatience for summer. * Note to Gardeners I was poised to push post when a little voice said, “Wait a minute, is this a begonia?” Loath to lose my witty wordplay on inpatiens I did some quickContinue reading “Impatience”
Have you ever gazed deep inside a poppy? “Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there:” ~ Francis Thompson To the ‘old folks’ they were flowers of remembrance but to my young eyes I found them exuberant, lush, hypnotic, as they danced on tall grasses ofContinue reading “Poppy”
Himalayan Blue Poppies Otherworldly, aren’t they? I gasped when I saw them at the Anchorage Botanical Gardens in the summer of 2012. Our house is full of flu on this first day of February and weary of winter gray I am hungry for the blue of sky. Was it Abraham Lincoln who said most peopleContinue reading “Della Robbia Blue”