Only Yellow Flowers
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After a short pause, I find my courage and allow my mind to venture further within this vision like some drunken bee. Or am I floating about like a ghost? A whisper on the breeze catches my ear. A voice? Focusing on the ledge of a single petal, I find an anchor. I must catch my bearings. Why is my vision fogged? For some odd reason, the smell is becoming a bit more pleasant. My stomach is no longer hurling in knots. Ahead of me, the warm glow feels quite inviting. From out of the light, loom long giant arms. As I peer closer they appear to beckon me forward? The effect of the breeze or something else? "Come to me..." Now, I am hearing voices. It must have been the wind. I must move forward.
Continuing the adventure into nature. I will be catching up this weekend and look forward to being back. Happy Friday my Flickr friends!
From within the cold darkness of our inner reality,
we always have a choice to receive a simple gesture.
A gesture that emerges from across the void and crashes into our time locked souls.
Threads ravel away, revealing the eternal light within like some strange magic.
A light of hope for that special place inside.
That place we call, the heart.
These strange, yet beautiful New Zealand Tea Roses endure all seasons as does those special places we keep within our hearts. A single macro exposure with some blue light painting, water and a touch of texture. Traveling together in a new short series "The Eternal Journey."
Thanks for the favs and kind compliments!
As rain falls silent,
her heart peers upward for hope -
just breath and let go.
Finding renewal and a new hope. Looking forward to begin once more. I have been enjoying mother nature and her many rainy days this Summer while sailing through troubled waters and mapping endless contemplations. However, the journey must go on and I look forward to catching up on the journeys of all of my Flickr friends!
"I hope I can be the autumn leaf,
who looked at the sky and lived.
And when it was time to leave,
gracefully it knew life was a gift."
– Dodinsky
Come dance with me,
into the light.
To slip outside,
the dark of night.
Just open and breath,
while tears do pour.
To take my hand,
and live once more.
Going back to Spring, where the Gardenias first bloomed and the rain provided a nice dreamy fog. What is it about nature and poetry that seem to go hand in hand? Starting a short series, "Two Poetic Friends."
A beautiful damselfly in the early hours ... such a delicate insect deserves a macro picture. The damselflies come into action as soon as the sun warms them. Meanwhile, they rest quietly in the greenery, waiting for the first rays of sunlight. Love them
The Beatles Song Book
Paul McCartney - Golden Slumbers / Carry That Weight / The End
I first saw this flower several years ago and saw its potential for photography. I tried then, and then a number of times over several years. It grows very close to the ground and its flowers tend to hang downward making it difficult to get a decent photo. Today there was a full bloom of flowers and I decided to get down on the ground and try again with my new lens.
When moving around with a macro lens, a completely new and fascinating world opens up. Found this incredible, alien-like structure while exploring the Akionlahti nature reserve in Oulu, Finland. It looks like a tiny football, but it is actually the ripening seed capsule of an Arctic Starflower (Lysimachia europaea).
Sony A7R VI + Laowa 90mm f/2.8 2x Ultra Macro APO
Re-uploaded due to a weird compression bug that ruined the quality on the first try!