weeds and poppies

backroad beauty

The morning commute is so beautiful that I got up early yesterday morning and biked out to see if I could find pockets of the same beauty on the backroads here.
and then my batteries went dead. (camera's, too)

missed opportunities

I took this picture and missed the daisy in the lower right corner. I can't do much cropping and maintain pixel integrity. I can go in the other direction and feign intentional loss of pixel integrity.
I really should learn how to watercolor someday - perhaps it could make up for some of those missed shots.

petunias can be pretty

They are both 'reading' to the left - must be a backwards kind of day!

Exercises in Infinity

Here shown are a couple exercises in infinity - neither quite worked. From whatever angle I looked at it - I seemed to keep getting in the way.

Composed from right to left

Reading Daisies With and Without Bugs

The majority of my photos 'read' from left to right. It is difficult for me to compose from right to left, when I need this composition in opposite, I usually have to flip the photo. I wonder if this is indicative of my left-brained dominance. (I think that statement was indicative of my tendency to over-analyse.)
Which I don't suppose looks much different.

Pene in the grass

Can dogs smile crooked?

before sunset

Taken this evening in the magical lighting of the hour before sunset.

cropped crocus

'Consider the crocuses of the backyard' doesn't have the same ring to it that 'consider the lillies of the field' does.

beauty in the weeds

plum spring

This time the phantom tick wasn't.

fern foliage compostion

Fern foliage demonstrating natural rhythm by radiation.

a bug's life

"Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time." ~Georgia O'Keefe~

forest effects

I think the method in this madness was to snap the picture as I went walking past. I like the way the sunlight comes through the trees and settles in pools on the forest floor.

through the birch grove

Compositional exercise in diagonal line, rhythm, and ignoring the immense probability of picking up a few ticks while lying in the grass between the birch trees.