Low clouds, high clouds, sun. Late afternoon after a bit of rain.
I have not been too much into cameras or photography for weeks, but with the weather changing and my garage getting straightened up (a months long project!), at least I am finding an interest in something other than my messy house!
An element of mystery always catches me when on this trail. It is not through a particularly dramatic landscape, but its overgrowth always enchants me. As evening falls, it is the stuff of dreams or fairy tales or nightmares.
I will leave you to your imagination.
I have been updating some of my photography stuff, and part of that process is going through the archives. I took this with a film camera, and I have no idea when I did. It was taken at the local botanical garden. I also didn’t see it in my quick scan through my media files on this blog, so I thought it would be a good one to share. If I already published it, well, enjoy it again – I am.
Spring is such a wonderful time of year, and it doesn’t pay to miss it! I was at the garden yesterday to see the daffodils and narcissus toward sunset and did not have time to wander through this area – but I will in the not too distant future, and hopefully be able to capture more trees in bloom.
This is a beautiful amaryllis which my mother-in-law had sent to me for a Christmas present. It’s called a “Naomi,” which pleases me no end! It’s a rather stunning one, I think (much like its namesake); a bit short, but with 6 flowers on each stem. It’s also a lovely pale salmon, more pink than orange.
Gifts like this really do “keep on giving” because I have been enjoying it for several months now!
I have been in a funk about photography – bad weather is my excuse about not getting out. Laziness is more the reality. And, a total lack of inspiration. We all go through these funks, but it gets exciting when interest picks up again, often with fresh eyes and thoughts.
I started the Instax Printer Project to just get me to do things. Hiking is really what gets me oot-and-aboot to make pictures. On the other hand, it can be a challenge, and a pleasure, to photograph the mundane. Bread and butter is mundane, but homemade rye bread and butter is a different story! I made some yesterday, and managed not to gobble it down just out of the oven.
Oh, yum!
In the US porridge is known as oat meal. Depending on your word preference, call it as you will. I know one mother who calls it porridge so her kids will eat it – they won’t eat meal. As a child, I had no idea what Goldilocks and the three bears were eating and I wondered about it for years.
Today, my breakfast with a bit of yogurt and raisins – a daily dish for the most part!
I have a lot still to do – and then the clean up. But the result will be making itself known soon – flowers, herbs, and the sheer pleasure of watching things grow. Birds, bees, and other critters are welcome here – except rats and digging dogs!
A couple of dozen is a very nice bouquet!
A short trip to the local TJs, in need of salsa, and of course other things jump into the cart, like beer and cookies and beer and beer.
