Finally….Botanical Beauty (2016) was my entry into our GARDEN art exhibition recently held. It was printed on linen (although I also have a copy printed on archive quality fine art photography paper too) and it looks amazing! I was so happy with it after a nervous start when I realised the original photo was taken on my phone and not my trusty canon!
It’s such a great feeling when an image comes together just as you imagined in your head.
The hydrangeas are out in full glory. Perhaps this seemingly endless summer is even too hot for them this year, as they look drier and pinker than usual.
Of course, I love the muted shades, the messy variegated colours seen as they slowly die off from what was a glorious bloom, and this hedge was a perfect example of the colours.
Roses from garden today….pink and violet and gorgeous..what a lovely sight to see….
Why is it so dam’n hard to say I am sorry? It is such a short little sentence.
It shouldn’t be so hard…. Especially to say to those we love. Yet it seems hardest then.
Maybe the roses, greenery and rosemary picked from our garden, tied in a bow and left for them to find, will help me to say the three hardest words to say…I am sorry.
Sunlight, movement, and flowers…or were they actually weeds? Do I care?
Not really. I enjoyed their late-summer, dried and near dead spent blooms (seed pods?) as they swayed in the wind along the farm fence-lines, as I zoomed by.
The Hydrangeas are out…Some people love the all white ones, some love the pretty sky blue ones or perhaps the all pink ones…but I like the muted, mixed-up, muddled looking ones as they go from full bloom to final fade…
Sometimes you get to witness something special.
A monarch drying out its new wings and preparing for flight. Some, I understand, fly thousands of kilometres from North America to Mexico and back, while our New Zealand ones prefer to stay home!
I found these in my mother’s garden…so pretty at such a sad time.
There has been a loss in our extended family. And amongst these flowers in my mother’s garden.. we gathered as family and friends at a candle lit table at dusk… to reflect, to laugh together, to share a meal, reminisce and comfort each other at the passing of a dear friend, a family member and a lovely lady now gone.
Roses, berries, leaves, trailing things – my most favourite bouquet of flowers – a bit wild, very romantic and quite “messy”….. perfect in my eyes! This bouquet was beautifully crafted just for me…how lucky I was!
It was so pretty, romantic and gorgeous that I just had to share it with you. Sadly all I have left are three dried roses and some photographs now.