It may be autumn, but in gardens, nature still has a good many delights. Once again, this is a picture from my father’s garden. These rose hips with a waxy sheen are the fruit of the delightful rose Rosa Rugosa the flowers of which I have shown on here previously.
I think the tinges of yellow and brown in the background foliage only makes them look more beautiful.
I took this picture one evening last week. At first glance, it looks like a pretty, but otherwise unremarkable, sunset. And indeed, it was taken around the time of sunset. But here’s the unusual bit: the camera was pointing to the East. I’ve not yet researched how this effect happens. If you can tell me, please feel free to do so in the comments box! Thanks.
I didn’t expect to be posting any more pictures like this, this year, but I found this last solitary bloom in my father’s garden, just a day or two ago. I never tire of indigo and magenta, somehow. I made it look like summer was leaving with quiet dignity.
I found these flowers while out on a short walk yesterday (Saturday.) I’m not even sure what they are, but what struck me was the way this picture is symbolic of the turn of the seasons; there are still a few flowers around, but there are seed heads and fruits, too. Here, they sit side by side, just for now.
This past week was a very busy one for me, but I did get a moment or two to visit a favourite haunt of mine, which I find is a good ‘thinking’ place. It is a nature reserve on the site of an old colliery. Scenes like this one seem to symbolise the calm superiority of nature over man. I wonder if, just sometimes, at midnight, you might hear the clanking of wheels and the hiss of steam?
OK… So today (Saturday) was the day of the local flower show. This caught my eye as I stepped out of my car. I’ve given you the whole image, as I took it – this isn’t cropped. I think the negative space adds impact. Somehow, what I saw seemed strangely symbolic of modern life; one solitary fallen,but beautiful bloom left abandoned in the hustle and bustle of setting up the exhibits. A strange poignancy – what do you think?
One of the fascinating parts of learning (by experience) about photography is finding out what a difference the direction and character of light makes to the way we see any object. Early yesterday (Saturday) morning, I went outdoors into strong sunlight. This was coming from a low angle, and the Sun in a clear sky is almost a point source of light. now, this is often horrible for portraits, but it gives punch to pictures of many ordinary things like these apples.
I really am the last person to talk when it comes to getting up when I don’t have to, but morning light really is amazing!
This picture was taken looking inland from a lovely beach. Wales has its own brand of scenic beauty; you can actually bathe in the sea, and look at scenery like this. Dunes and sea grasses make incredible studies in shape and line, and sunlight dances in patches through the clouds that caress the hilltops. It is not a country to visit if you are in a hurry!
I only found this plant today. I’ve never seen anything quite like it before. The lower, rounded, part of the flower heads varied between about 60 and 80 millimetres, and they weren’t particularly prickly. In fact, there were no spikes on these plants at all. Shortly after I came across these flowers, I found out that they were planted for the benefit of bees and butterflies – an idea I love!
This picture was taken a day or two back, once again in my father’s garden. I like roses to be like this; you’ll notice these blooms aren’t perfect, according to the commercial notion of perfection. But they seem to just shout nature and floral beauty, and they have a delicate, but very present, scent. Only yesterday, I saw roses for sale, that had no scent, and looked almost artificial!
