Bright Pink Oleander, 8.1.17
This is a first shot of a flower I also worked with yesterday. Both times I neglected to see the little bits of “mess” on the flower: when I can see a flower is a bit dirty I tend to blow on it to see what I can get off. Sometimes I can’t do much and I do a bit — or a LOT! — of clean up at home. Can you see the little strands of something on the right side? They just scream at me now. But I doubt very much this will be a photograph I’ll work on so I’m sharing it “as is” to give you an idea of what I work with sometimes. And, believe me, some flowers are a whole lot messier. Some I simply can’t fix. Poor little flowers.
Some might cry “Liar!” due to my clean up work. But, as I wrote above, I didn’t see the stuff on this flower with the naked eye, and what I like to show the viewer is what I actually DID see.
However, even if that weren’t the case, a photograph isn’t always truth. Certainly journalistic photography shouldn’t meddle with truth, but for art it’s just fine. At least in my opinion.
So call me a truth meddler.
First Shot: Gerbera, 10.19.17
Gold Struck Rose (I), 7.12.17
Nearing Sunset, 10.15.17
Gerbera with Water Drops, 10.17.17
The past few weeks have allowed for very few good walks. Between work, the smoky days, and other interfering things (some very good things, mind you!) I have been quite negligent. So today I was determined to get my miles in. I didn’t manage a six mile walk, I’m sorry to say: partway through the walk the smoke began to flow in again and I knew I’d be better off at home.
This image, though, was my first shot of the few I managed. It sort of reminds me of fire … rather (sadly) appropriate, I guess.
First Shot: Leucadendron, 10.17.17
Aspens and an Evergreen, 10.9.17