One of the delights of having an early frost
Is that you can capture both frost and colour:
This is one of my favourite photos from October.
The lemon tones
Were repeated in this frosted yellow beauty
While the late autumn cone flowers
Danced in icy tutus to the music of the wind.
There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good. ~ Edwin Denby
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The last day of November was gloriously cold:
A frosted universe presented itself –
Frosty flowers that looked like stars floating in the cosmos;
Small ice crystals in the shape of
Trees on the postbox lock;
A storm passed through
And left frozen waves in its wake;
A bird hiding out in the icy reeds
Sang a morning song;
And yes, even a rubbish bin
Transformed into something greater than itself
In the frosted sun.
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The bare bones of winter
Bow (or should that be bough?) down
When dawn comes dancing in.
Wishing you all a tree-mendous weekend!
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In nature – as in photography – even the smallest details
Can be a great subject.
Take the simple raindrop
As it adorns late autumn plants,
Into tiny cups of water
And see how it frames and enhances
A lilac-petalled beauty.
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November is here with its greyer weather,
So indulge me as I soak up the last vivid colours of autumn –
Doubly delicious when reflected.
I store up these views in my mind
And bring them out when winter seems a bit bleak.
Even as the leaves fade and fall
They still manage to create autumn bliss.
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Comes wrapped in misty mornings –
And shades of pink.
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It continues mild here for the time of year,
So, you won’t need too many layers as you join us for a walk.
Let’s start off with a refreshing swim.
As the sun rises over the horizon, it creates
And electricity lines glow like
While the leaves on the birch trees
Shine like luminous earrings.
Breathe deeply – this is where we get our energy from.
Enough energy to finish off our long walk
With a splash.
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Leaves quietly cover a forest path.
Oscar leads the way…
Around the bend, we come across the perfection
Of clouds, warm stone church and the flaming torches
Of the trees.
The churchyard is ablaze with colour;
Leaves crunch underfoot.
The warm red of the priest’s shed
Matches the leaves.
Time to head home
Under the canopy of a dramatic sky.
Oscar is more than happy with his walk –
For this is the radiant joy that is autumn.
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The first frost of the season
Sprinkled the flowers
With pink and ice.
Silken threads of web
Filled the spaces
Between frozen water drops.
The last rose of the season
Seemed more perfect in
And dropped a single petal
As a farewell to summer.
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The autumn equinox rushed in
Like a ragged brow across the sky;
A dragon breathing fire clouds
Of orange and rain.
The strange light in the sky
Pulled us up the hill
To witness the sight of purple turmoil in the sky
In contrast to the calm surface of the lake.
(A few seconds later, the heavens opened
And a gale force wind started blowing
Making us dash for home in a whirlwind
Of laughter and leaves.)
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Like the soft stars of late summer
Take flight when autumn comes.
I find a feather next to the thistles,
A keepsake from the geese
Honking in the distance.
Ready to say farewell and welcome in a new season.
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There is beauty there
In that ribbon of clear light
After the storm.
And, of course, there’s always
Swimming for Oscar!
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And Camera Critters.
Flowers are happy things
And none more so than lavender.
It’s bright and energetic
Perfuming the air
With its fragrance and colour
Lavender is the colour of summer for me.
What about you?
(Just realized that I’ve passed FIVE years of blogging! Thank you all so much for reading.)
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You can also check out Laura’s I heart macro link-up too!
I love the way you can hold
The summer light in your hands
And pour it over
Wild fields of clover.
The light gives a perfect auburn background
For a lone flower in the sunset.
It caresses a tree trunk
With liquid honey
That spreads out to catch
The glow of a single shining strand
This is peace. This is love. This is Nature.
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I love the early mornings
And the dew
That transforms ordinary leaves
Into something extraordinary –
Into a bejewelled world
Of dancing rainbows,
Reminding me of one of my favourite quotations:
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf. — Tagore
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That perfection of long summer evenings
And mosquito bites
When it never really gets dark
And there is plenty of time
For skimming stones,
At the deepening colours in the sky
And for enjoying the still reflection
Of clouds in the water
And peace in the heart.
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As I lay on my stomach trying to photograph
The lovely way the dandelions catch the evening light,
I thought to myself:
What do you see?
A weed –
Suddenly, the wind blew
And the tiny wishes
Floated away, like sparkling fairy dust.
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They spread love and colour in spring
And most people know them as bleeding hearts.
They are also known as Lady in the Bath.
Here you can see the pale ladies in various stages of undress.
(Just in case you’re wondering how the flowers could deny gravity,
I need to confess to posting the picture upside down!)
However, every time I pass these flowers
I can’t help but see delicate fairies wearing bright pink wigs.
No matter what you call them –
I think you’ll agree that they are wonderful, luminous beauties.
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I have a confession to make…
I love the lowly ‘lion’s tooth’ –
They grow in fields and gardens
Like cheery suns
Or radiant sparks of light
That have fallen from heaven.
And if you’ve ever rolled in
Then you know that it’s like being
Kissed by golden suns.
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This bird on the neighbours’ apple tree
Reminds me of that saying about
Birds not being afraid of the branches breaking
Because they trust in their own wings.
That self-confidence is the greatest gift
We can give our children.
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There is nothing as joyful
As walking underneath the pink clouds
(Waving gently in the wind)
Of the sakura or Japanese cherry blossoms.
They remind us that life
Is intense and fleeting
As it follows the natural cycles
Of birth and death and renewal.
They flower for such a short time, like us,
And remind us that we too are as beautiful
And transient as a cherry blossom.
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I do believe
The wings of the swan
Love the light of the setting sun.
“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.” — Mary Oliver
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It was one of those perfect spring evenings
When the sun made stars out of water
And Oscar made abstract art
Out of water pearls.
On the way home, I turned around
To see my daughter caught in the fairy glitter
And become one with nature.
The setting sun
Threw its golden drops
On grass and woodland flowers
As if to say: Stop. Look. Listen.
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