Flower power

I love flowers as much as the next person but I tend not to photograph them too often. Sometimes the sheer beauty of them just as they are makes me not want to interrupt what they are sending out to the world.  

I do however like to digitally enhance pics of flowers to make them look entirely unlike themselves. Adding perspective rarely hurts.  ūüôā 

Notes in harmony with love

I woke up at 11 today.  My son was still out cold, enjoying a good sleep in, and my hubs was out on the deck getting some nice warm sun on his skin.  I drank my tea in the sunshine and all within 30 min, captured a heck of a lot of happy little creatures.

Below: ¬† If you look carefully, you’ll see my subject flying away.IMG_6131

Everyone seems willing to share. IMG_6142

These two have a nest in the trees Рawaiting their little ones.  I love their song more than any other. IMG_6182

Fly by!IMG_6203

I think he’s my little woodpecker friend. ¬†Maybe not – light was right at him and it was hard to get a clear shot but I LOVED how this turned out.IMG_6318

There’s the woodpecker, sharing nicely.¬†IMG_6339

Can’t see the birds for all the SPRING! YAYYYY!IMG_6363

And, Finally – the little Robin who gives me hell every time I try to take his photo. ¬†I have countless shots of him screaming at me to bugger off and let him rip up my lawn so he can find is dinner. ¬†This is him sitting smugly on my roof. ¬†He know’s I’m taking the photo but he’s pretending not to care. ¬†IMG_6372-001

Memories and spring 


We took a family road trip last weekend to the place Dayne and I first fell in love.  Colt had asked to see it; the child has a romantic soul like I’ve never seen in one so young (never mind disabled!). It was a magical day, lovely spring sun and we had a great time remembering and sharing memories with Colt, who was still years from being on this planet, a concept he struggles to understand.  I mean, how can the world exist before you’re even in it?!   It’s a question that’s hard to answer without scaring the shit out of you 12 year old autistic son who has just had his first brush with death (and he didn’t even remember ever meeting his grandfather). 


It was lovely though.  All those memories that chained into a string of more and more until Colt tuned out completely and Dayne and I sat and marvelled at all the years and tears that we have passed together.  Such experience.  So much growth.  Love too.  Now stronger than I ever imagined one could feel.   Kinda neat…. being able to capture some of that in image.  ‚̧


I am lucky, alive, and free of my past and the things that haunt me when I see the world through my camera lens.  I’m just going to keep livening there…in the happy today.  

Cascade

The first image I took caught me because of the transition between the frozen water, the melting water and the flowing water running over the rocks.  The reflection in the first was so clear it confused me for a moment.img_3488

Then I realized how lovely the cascade really was, broken, splintered trees dragged down stream and all. img_3491

And then deep inside, the colours got me; the transparency.  Frozen to flowing all within three feet..  img_3500-001

Reflect 

Inside out, upside down, multiplied magnificence. 


I turned it on its side to use as wallpaper for my phone. I just bought a fantastic new lens for my Canon and the format needs adjusting so I can take pics that will turn the right way around on mobile.