261/365: annabelle hydrangea turning pink
I guess it’s her little secret as to why, but something has our old-fashioned white hydrangea blushing positively pink…
Macro
every diva has her day
250/365: zinnia
Zinnias are a beautiful but humble flower. Planted by haphazard handfuls of seed, they spring up cheerfully wherever they’re thrown. It’s never about choreography, just a riot of joyful color.
The spotlight changes everything.
afternoon delight
236/365: passion flower
Plants are sexy.
unexpected guest
The new dark gray deck stain provided a perfect backdrop for my exotic visitor. This long-haired wonder hung out on the railing most of the day, giving me the perfect thing to shoot while the 2nd coat dried.
175/365: caterpillar
friends in low places
Pretty isn’t it? It’s Creeping Charlie.
Where I come from, this specimen is one of the most vile, despised weeds to ever sully a perfect green lawn. A closer look reveals the plant to be quite lovely. It’s also edible, a common salad green in many countries. Would it help to call it another name? Let’s try ground ivy…
‘Weeds are flowers too once you get to know them.’ – A.A. Milne
123/365: ground ivy (glechoma hederacea)
good company
Yesterday I was invited to my dear friend Sue’s garden to photograph her abundant spread of bloodroot. I’d never photographed (or seen?) them before. They are a delightful and diminutive woodland flower; getting to know them properly required me to spend a fair amount of time lying on the ground. It was the highlight of my day. Good company all around.
105/365: bloodroot (sanguinaria canadensis)
Notes: The plant stores a red, poisonous sap, hence the graphic name. This photo is somewhat deceiving; the central leaf belongs to another plant. I like the sense of intermingling…
season’s greetings (spring)
I couldn’t capture the vernal equinox any better than this. The sun is calling. Life is pushing through. Happy spring!
78/365: sprout
ghosts of the garden, pt. 2
Yesterday’s remains looked like old, bleached bones to me. Today’s papery tomatillo husks reminded me more of snake skins, all dried up and left behind in the dirt. But then there’s that intricate lacey map of veins, so like blood vessels, like a record of the life that coursed through this tomatillo ghost town.
74/365: tomatillo husks
floral benefits
There are at least two great things about having a client who’s a florist: I not ONLY get paid to take pictures of flowers (!!!) – once in a while I’m also graced with a beautiful take-home bonus.
48/365: orchids
native: liatris
It took a closer look to see the tiny individual dried flowers on this liatris stalk. And a photograph to make me see its fruit: tiny seeds adorned with hairy parachute tufts to carry them off on the wind.
24/365: liatris fruit & flower
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