Virtual bouquet

Beautiful late spring day. Had lunch in the village with a friend and snapped these as I walked home. Sent them to her as a virtual bouquet, but thought I’d share them with you, too.

Whatever Will Bee

You know you’re a photographer when you spot trouble and run to it, get up and close as you can and poke your nose in.

Notice his tongue? Don’t think I’ve ever actually seen a bee tongue before. Wonder how sharp it is…

Glorious Thing

Just as noxious as yesterday’s nasty thing and nearly as lovely… I’ve always had a weakness for morning glories

Nasty thing

 

Funny how nasty is all in how you define it… back in the day, when I lived in upstate New York, I planted nasturtiums in the garden, loved and watered them and weeded out those things that might have interfered with them. My youngest child, a keen gardener almost from the womb, was especially fond of them as they are completely edible and the summer salads of her early years were adorned with all shades of nasties (it was a big word for a two year old!)

Flash forward a couple of decades and a shift to a new world and here they are rampant weeds, everywhere. People hate them. Loathe them. Curse them. I know I should, too. But I just can’t. Too many happy memories wrapped up in them…

A yellow drop

While there is no doubt that most of photography comes from the eye of the photographer, there is simply no discounting the part that comes from having great equipment. Still getting my head around this new lens, discovering what it can do and just loving it all.

I don’t know what the name of this flower is – any help would be much appreciated!

Another orchid?

Been feeling a little ‘dry’ lately – no flashes of inspiration or unexpected revelations. Going to have to go with the very safe and rather lovely cymbidium from the orchid show I went to last week.

Went to a great exhibit today though, the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibit – very inspirational, but also, sorta puts me in my place because there is no way on earth I’m hopping into Arctic waters in my snorkel gear to get up close and personal with a swimming polar bear. No… not ever, not in a hundred lifetimes…

Gorilla again

The gorilla is the one that gets things done, using whatever reasonable force is necessary. He’s not always nice and he hardly ever apologises, but that’s not what he’s here for. He’s here to whoop your butt, and he might be the only one that can – now that you are finally in charge and no one can tell you what to do… What do you think a bit of praying will do?