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The evening's color shades,, autumn colors, lake is so calm, nice atmosphere and silence,, it`s autumn now.
"A pink rose leans into the sun’s warm gleam,
Its petals glowing like a soft‑lit dream.
Golden rays gather where the blossoms unfold,
Warming each curve in a tender hold.
In quiet splendour the rose feels alive,
Drinking in daylight to bloom and thrive."
A poetic offering written by your humble photographer (2026).
It may be autumn where I live, but at the moment we are enjoying the last few weeks of what has been an Indian summer. I took a stroll in the beautiful, warm sunshine today, and I walked past this rose bush covered in beautiful bright pink, sweetly fragrant, rose blooms, which is thriving and sending forth new blooms in the original garden of a stylish 1930s Art Deco clinker brick villa. Above them all, reaching for the blue sky, and bathed in autumn sunshine a single vibrant pink bloom crowned the bush. It was too beautiful not to photograph. I do not know the variety of rose, other than it is English and the bush is quite old.
There may be much going on in the world today that we may not like or be happy about, but just remember that there is still beauty and happiness to be found, in the simplest of pleasures.
Autumn - April, 2025.
Breenhold Gardens.
1 The Avenue, Mount Wilson.
The Blue Mountains.
Two hour's drive from Sydney.
Take the Bells Line of Road.
Here is a map of Breenhold Gardens:
www.breenhold.com.au/wp-content/uploads/garden-plan/Garde...
And for the history of Breenhold Gardens, see:
www.breenhold.com.au/breenhold-gardens/history/
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L IS II USM lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom.
Siberian Jay sometimes comes to your hand squeezing your fingers or sitting on your shoulder ,, without any kind of lure,, in wildernwaa, Lapland.
Deux petites nouveautés :
- je suis passée à Affinity Photo pour l'editing (en combinaison à Lightroom, que j'utilise depuis un moment)...soyez indulgents, il va falloir que je prenne un minimum mes marques avec ce nouveau programme (d'où mon manque de présence ces derniers temps).
- changement sur mon 2ème compte Instagram : all.these.little.moments se nome à présent "these.authentic.feelings" (www.instagram.com/these.authentic.feelings/?hl=fr)
L’idée est d’explorer et de partager avec vous un regard et un style un peu différents des clichés habituels postés ici et sur @muriel.m.photography (qui sont plus artistiques et généralement portés sur l’onirisme et la douceur...😌). J’espère transmettre également de jolies émotions et d’authentiques ressentis au travers de ce que je vous proposerai sur ce second compte❣️
A bientôt pour de nouveaux clics !
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“If you can’t grow petunias, you probably should be doing something else.” – anonymous.
Luckily in Melbourne, there are often Indian Summer days that stretch into March, and there are always flowers in gardens. I could have chosen any flowers, but I chose the last of my potted petunias, which in spite of being at the end of their season, are still colourful enough to put on a good show. I hope that you like them too, that it brightens your Saturday and makes you smile.
In a time of such undoubted climate change, it’s a relief when days in deep midautumn behave like they should. So far this year, all the days have felt like a freakish early autumntime sadness.
When I got up this morning I was shocked to see that I could only just make out the other side of the road when I was on my way to school.
And when I got home my hair was soaking wet from all of this running through a cloud I’d been doing.
And I went out for my run in this deep fog, to see what it was like. Quiet. The loudest sounds were my feet hitting the ground..
A Silent World indeed.
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