Le Matin Bleu
Le Matin Bleu
I believe it is Bella looking sculptural as a silhouette and graceful as an elongated shadow among all the geometric shapes and shadows of my kitchen in the morning.
The blue is because I left the incandescent light filter on in my DSLR, and this is what it does to natural daylight. I actually quite like it as a technique. I like monochromatic photos and duotones, which is technically what this is, black in the shadows and with all other colors tending in shades of blue.
Pourquoi Français? Because I already have a post or two entitled “Blue Morning”, and Mimi, Mewsette and I all have French names. Because, why not?
Seen first on The Creative Cat.
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Glories of the Morning
Glory of the Morning.
I’d been waiting for the morning glories to bloom at my neighbor’s house, the one with the big old white barn I’m always photographing.
I’m back to that old white barn in my neighbor’s back yard. Each year morning glories grow at the corners and they always look fresh and new, no matter the color. The graceful vines and shapely bright green heart-shaped leaves along with the vibrant purple flowers look delicate and sweet clinging to the weathered boards with peeling white paint.
The huge clump that grows at the corner where the fence meets the building that I’ve had my eye on that since it started twining on the fence, is finally in full bloom, the weather was cooler and we had a little rain so the flowers and leaves are full.
I used all my lenses and took at least 50 photos, choosing six to start with for a slideshow here. Hope the neighbors didn’t mind when I laid down in the alley to get a photo of the morning glories against the sky.
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Suncatcher
Suncatcher
I’m not sure where this leaf came from. It wasn’t there yesterday morning, but it was a welcome little suncatcher on a very cold morning today.
Morning Fog
Foggy Morning
Another foggy morning, this time on Mt. Washington in Pittsburgh, the sun shining right down Grandview Avenue.
Glories of the Morning
Glory of the Morning.
I’d been waiting for the morning glories to bloom at my neighbor’s house, the one with the big old white barn I’m always photographing.
I’m back to that old white barn in my neighbor’s back yard. Each year morning glories grow at the corners and they always look fresh and new, no matter the color. The graceful vines and shapely bright green heart-shaped leaves along with the vibrant purple flowers look delicate and sweet clinging to the weathered boards with peeling white paint.
The huge clump that grows at the corner where the fence meets the building that I’ve had my eye on that since it started twining on the fence, is finally in full bloom, the weather was cooler and we had a little rain so the flowers and leaves are full.
I used all my lenses and took at least 50 photos, choosing six to start with for a slideshow here. Hope the neighbors didn’t mind when I laid down in the alley to get a photo of the morning glories against the sky.
The Dove With Glowing Orange Feet
The Dove With Glowing Orange Feet
This was an interesting sight to see this morning when I turned to follow where Mr. Sunshine was looking. Glowing orange feet! They were lovely, but neither irradiated nor magic, only subject to the magic of morning sun. Mr. Sunshine was entranced.
Mr. Sunshine is enchanted by the dove.
Feverfew, and a Poem
Feverfew abstract.
Feverfew
Oh, I can’t stop looking at all the feverfew
in my garden,
I just keep running from one cluster to another
those tiny perfect daisies
in umbels as if floating without stems
on waves of bright green leaves
the dots of dew flashing, sparkling
in the day’s new sun
just arrived over the horizon
its color still warm and yellow
as if it’s a cookie just taken out of the oven
and I have to look at all the feverfew
from every angle
until I’m done looking
and I discover I’ve forgotten all the problems of yesterday
and all the ills of the world that I feel the need to carry
and I’m laughing
and dripping with dew myself
and visualizing stunning works of art
and amazing poetry and prose
most of which will ever be realized
nor do they need to be
the inspiration only needs to settle into my soul in this early morning in June
and its glow will warm heart
and keep me laughing with joy
through the day
and the next
and the next.
Poem “Feverfew” © 2008 B.E. Kazmarski
I have a lot of feverfew all over my yard, so I have a lot of photos and a lot of inspiration. The top photo was taken with black and white film and scanned. The color photo below was taken with my digital camera.
Feverfew in the Morning
Early Dawn
Early Dawn
Truly stunning, showing through the trees, the first light was vivid red. I thought for sure it meant it would rain today, but just a welcome overcast and cool.
Did Someone Forget to Pay the Utilities?
Unhappy Dove
Mourning doves are generally not complainers, following the same routines with the same expressions every day no matter the weather or the milieu. I’ve even thought they might not be too observant, quietly remaining as all the other birds in the neighborhood swiftly leave when the hawk lands in the tree just above.
But this guy doesn’t look too happy about yet another cold snowy morning. In fact, I think he feels about the same as most humans did when they woke up to another ten inches of snow with icy decorations.
Today 