Springtime around here means flowers either blooming or about to bloom. I wasn’t actually aware of the iris bud in this composition until post. It blends into the stem of the bloom almost as a time lapse, a graph of potential and realization. I love the duality of tightly-packed hardiness and petal-soft delicateness in a flower bud, enveloped in itself like a cocoon until it transforms into colorful splendor.
Combine indoor light, no flash, and a long shutter, and you get blur. Which actually beats the shot as originally composed, imo.
Anytime I need a break from daily insanity, I go to my serene happy place. One of several happy places, actually, accumulated over a lifetime of hikes and roadtrips. Imagining the soft forest floor under my feet, and the scent of pine and damp earth in the air, instantly lowers my heart rate and relaxes my body.
In addition to being entertainingly photogenic, my nephew tends not stand still, at least when we’re out. I was trying to get a shot of him in the sunlight of the bay window when he moved halfway into the dimmer, lamp-lit space of the museum corridor. It improved the final result immensely. I like the different tones of light reflecting off his–let’s face it, impressive–hair, and the mix of different shadows from both light sources.
Our huskies often wake me in the wee hours, needing to run outside for some quick relief. Pun not intended, but it works. Early this morning, we all got to see the first significant snow of the winter. I’ve always loved the newness and sparkle of fresh snow, and been exhilarated to make first tracks, whether by ski or by boot. Our furry children seemed just as excited to get freshies on their way to the backyard.