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Photo taken today in the wild, the one in the foreground is a more unusual colour variant of being white with a blue beard. I have also come across white ones with pink beards and white with yellow beards but the blue with blue beard are the most abundant colour.
This is dedicated to my contact Rhonda Martin, a naturalist, photographer, musician and friend. Found this in my garden on what I think is blue beard, You will love Rhonda's landscapes and butterflies if you view her awesome work! www.flickr.com/photos/r44time. Project Contact Thank You. where I attempt to recognize each contact with an image inspired by their work.. Thanks much, Rhonda1
Anne, ma soeur Anne, ne vois tu rien venir?
semblait dire ce petit bébé raton qui m'est apparu soudainement, alors que je me promenais dans les sous bois au parc. il ne me regardait pas, il y avait effectivement quelqu'un derrière moi!
Seeing him pop out like this, reminded me of Bluebeard, Perrault's fairy tale's quote: Sister Anne, do you see anyone coming? Yes there were people behind me!
Blue-bearded Bee Eater (Nyctyornis athertoni),taken @ Nilgiris,India | May 2018 | Copyright : Aravind Venkatraman
Caryopteris (bluebeard; Chinese: 莸属 you shu) is a genus of flowering plants in the family Lamiaceae (formerly often placed in the family Verbenaceae). They are native to east Asia (China, Korea, Japan, Mongolia)
They are herbaceous plants or small shrubs growing to 1–4 m tall. The leaves are opposite, simple ovate to lanceolate, with an entire or crenate margin; they are often aromatic. The blue or white flowers are pollinated by butterflies and bumblebees. The fruit is a four-valved capsule containing four seeds.
—source: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caryopteris
Spread your wings, let the fairy in you soar high and the wind carry you home, there where you truly belong... into the sunshine!
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
- Joyce Kilmer "Joy"
looked for a happy song and then there 's no better one than the Italian classic 'Volare'
originally from 1958... a bit more up tempo though:
almost too high for Laura, but the guy's voice so makes up for that and the orchestra quite swings it... it 's live, like life... maybe the orchestra was a bit loud... anyway, it has the happy exuberance I was looking for!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZDgQc8SMW8
as a special thank you and congratulations on her new group for my dear friend Anne !! ♥♥♥ !!!
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Hit of the day: LE SSERAFIM - Eve, Psyche & The Bluebeard's Wife
Thank you much to Scarlett for joining me on this one. Don't hesitate to check her art, she's amazing!
ink-flowering ‘Dangiku’ blooming in a roadside flower bed.
Caryopteris incana (Bluebeard, ‘Dangiku’ in Japanese) is a perennial flowering plant in the mint family, native to Japan and eastern Asia.
'Blue Mist' Spirea (aka Bluebeard) (Caryopteris x clandonensis)
New to Rick's garden this year and I am pleased he is well enough on some days to wander around his garden and enjoy the Spring flowers.
In memory of our fallen heroes.
SDB - 2006
Bluebeard's Ghost
Black
9-28, F7-12
The above tag lists the year it was registered with the American Iris Society, the name, the hybridizer, and the registration number.
Bluebeard's Ghost at Presby Memorial Iris Gardens.
I found a fox den in May in the woods next to my village. First time in my life... I saw the fox cubs coming out of the den and seeing the sun for the first time in their life... I saw them growing and changing...
I gave my small fox-cubs names. This one is Bluebeard because of it’s blue eyes... now the color changed to amber, but for me it is still my small Bluebeard...
I usually would spend more then two hours waiting for them in the evening... Sometimes they would show up after sun-set... I only enjoy them playing and exploring the world...in this case... Even with my NIKON D5 pictures are just impossible as you loose at some point the speed... But sometimes they would do me a favor and come out before sun-set...with the last light of the day... and when this happens... magic moments can be captured...
NIKON D5 with Nikkor 600mm f4
@600mm f4 1/250' ISO800.
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg
It was just after sunrise as I made my way towards the entrance of O’Bannon Woods State Park last weekend. I had driven the backroads along the Ohio River for a few hours at this point and had yet to get a shot that I was the least bit excited about editing. And then these two caught my eye.
I normally pass on domesticated/farm animals as it feels as if I am shooting fish in a barrel. While passing the bison farm located near the gates to the park, I couldn’t pass on this tender moment. Just like in the world of humans, when baby sleeps, momma had better! In this case the cow keeps tight reigns on its calf to sleep in a bit.
After capturing this shot and reviewing it on the back of my camera, I was overwhelmed with just how much I miss the smell of our alpaca barn. For me, the best smells can be found at water’s edge, livestock barns (pigs excluded), fall leaves and pine tree groves. The worst smells by far are that of human body oder and the entrance to any Bath and Body stores. For this kid, if I smell like dirt, it has been a good day!
Every year, as the blackberries (which we called brambles) ripened, my family would go out into the countryside and pick the ripening berries. My mother would then bake the most delicious bramble and apple pies, that were our special treats. The poem by Seamus Heaney brought back the tastes and smells, and the scratches too that were all part of the fun!
"Blackberry-Picking"
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's......
Seamus Heaney
Death of a Naturalist (1966)
Many thanks to Ana Librillana for her texture tA78
2 Lil Owls texture: Light flare 20
Other textures and effects are my own
My Simple Pleasures set: Simple Pleasures
My Textured set here: Elisa Textured set
My Leaves, fruit, seeds etc. set: Elisa Leaves, fruit,seeds
Explored May 24th 2016
Caryopteris × clandonensis 'Longwood Blue' (bluebeard, blue spirea, bluemist), Clifton Rdhouse gardens, Colesville, MD
October 2022
See the Virgin Islands Set.
A late afternoon detail shot of a balcony, window sill, shutter and their shadows. It was taken at Bluebeard's Castle in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. The balcony reminded me of the one in Romeo and Juliet ;-)
Tara as Bluebeard's bride The customized Pullip Street. Her original blue wig was changed for "Bluebeard" session