Innocence and Experience
Laughing pink innocence of summer phlox,
A golden grape leaf pitted with age and fringed with brown,
holding shadows of its past.
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Bees, hard at work in the garden, all taken in a 15-minute span—and these were the ones who weren’t too blurry or didn’t look alike. Don’t forget to plant something for them to eat so we can eat too. Collage made in Instagram.
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Please Don’t Eat the Geraniums
She did anyway.
This was taken through the screen on my basement door.
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Sometimes There Are Miracles
On a day surprisingly full of memories, Independence Day as I was photographing flowers in my garden this tiger swallowtail appeared to feed on one of my oldest flowers, the tall phlox, given to me by an elderly neighbor decades ago, grown in her yard and given to her by her aunt when she first married and moved to the house decades before that…the plant likely looks back generations.
Butterflies are always associated for me with memories and departed spirits of those I cherish, and I feel I’m being visited somehow when one appears. This female tiger swallowtail is somewhat in disguise as well, typically black and yellow striped as her name would imply, she is in her black form with the elegant cobalt and red earth spots that I love so well. She was in constant motion, finding this familiar and native species of plant on which to find her meal, she visited each flower in a frenzy of fluttering. Later she relaxed as she found she had plenty of phlox to feed from.
Gingham and Phlox
Looked so lovely in my garden as I hung the laundry. The sun’s angle is falling, ending up behind the neighbor’s trees by mid-morning unlike during the summer when it’s high above the tree tops nearly all day. But in the changing autumn light it creates dramatic and random shadows and spotlights.
Just a pretty garden and picket fence, what is it about this? In early morning sunlight it was precious. I’d love to do a painting of it though I’ll probably never find the time for it so I played around a little in Photoshop which will have to do.
Phlox in the Morning
Today’s flower is phlox! This is the time of year when so many things are blooming at once, and when I think of my yard in summer, this is what I think of. And though I’ve been photographing my flowers for years, each year is a new experience. Here I’ve caught just a frame full of rich violet-pink flowers touched my morning sun.