One of my readers made an interesting comment regarding my photos making her look at things differently. The reason I find it interesting is that when I capture flowers in my yard I am looking at them differently than I do when I’m just walking or sitting outside.
The photos very much present a view I seldom have except through the lens of a camera; up-close and personal. But my enjoyment of the flowers is different when I’m looking to our yard.
For instance, when these were taken, the salvia dominated large portions of the flowerbeds, and the peonies clamored for attention from the corner of one of the flowerbeds. Right now, two weeks later, the oriental daylilies are blooming, adding pink and red, the delphiniums are also blooming, adding a different blue, and the Stella D’Oro lilies are coming into their own. And, always little flowers are coming and going.
Additionally, some of the perennials are still working on making an appearance (daisies, balloon flowers, cone flowers, russian sage, bluebeard bush, butterfly bush, etc.). Some perennials are almost done flowering.
The point is that the photography maximizes the impact of individual flowers on my consciousness, and by extension, that of my readers. But the flowers themselves work as an aggregate on a larger portion of the senses. Their arrangements, colors, birds flying around, hundreds of bees, and other insects all buzzing about all add to the experience and rewards of having planted and cared for these plants.
This is the newest (small) flowerbed, and it draws my eye more than the established ones, both because it has different flowers, and because it’s away from the others, lending color to a previously unadorned corner. Actually, I had a clematis plant there, and it was done-in by the winter. The new flower bed provides a transition and complements the nearby clematis that did survive.
As much as we like the planted plants, we probably take more care in the arrangements and content of the potted plants. Melisa buys individual plants and makes these pots up herself – I’m just the muscle (and I photograph them).
Readers of this blog seldom see the ‘bigger picture’, if I may be punny for a moment. We have many pots dispersed both in the front and back yard.
There are more, but the point is that part of the enjoyment is to go out there and see how they are doing. This is our sitting area in front . . .
You can see one of the chairs to the right of the photo. To the left you can see the Russian sage that will soon grow tall enough to nearly hide us from people that might be out walking. I say nearly because almost everybody that walks by looks at the yard, and eventually see us. They wave, and we wave back. Once they are gone, we go back to listening to the hummingbirds, watching the birds, and smelling conglomeration of competing aromas.
These are the times we take stock and are grateful for both the accident of birth (as opposed to having been born in one of the many, many corners of the world where people are more interested in killing each other), and for the opportunities it afforded us.
It’s also the time we escape the worries we do have . . . looking at flowers tends to readjust one’s perspective and reestablish one’s calm.
Of course, I always have my camera out there with me because you never know what will drop by . . .
This Tiger Swallowtail was rather annoying . . . it hardly stood still for a second or so, and that, combined with a decent breeze, made it difficult to get a real clear shot of it. I had to shoot with an higher ISO and lower aperture than I would have liked. These are not bad shots, but they are not as sharp as I would like.
The first shot above was the only one I was able to get of the open wings . . . the rest looked like this:
It was constantly moving around, almost as if it knew its life was short, its time here was limited, and it wanted to get the most out of it that it could.
By the way, my next post will probably be about these guys . . .
Anyway, you can click on the individual photos for larger versions, and you can go HERE to see the full-size versions.
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