New paintings and regular art updates.
I just love them, their colour, brilliance, shape, papery petals. Colourful flowers that are imbued with sorrow because they were used to commemorate wars. They sprang up in the fields of flanders after the battles there. And yet to me they don’t signify fighting or fears, but memories of summers long gone, my favourite colour and how tiny seeds can create such magnificent flowers.
Fascinating flower
Full of passion
Enchanted star
Frilled and stellar
Surviving the coldull
Full faced like the sun
Blooming with mystery
Suffragette colours
Passionate
Strong.
A tiny flower
Promises so much.
Spring will bring
A cloud of purple
Buds and blooms
Life springs out
From cracks and crevices,
Waiting warm dew drops
To water them.
Ahh sweet smell
Of flora…
Anemone Blanda,
or Windflower
spring flower
delicate,
gentle and true
purple white and blue
Old photo
old memories
garden surprise
brings smiles to my eyes.
Pink and beautiful.
It’s amazing how this has gone from a drooping bud to a full blown Rose. I use the plant food that came with the flowers.
I don’t know what the ingredients are, the stuff in the little plastic packet is clear and sticky, is it a sugar mix or something like a high energy energy drink?
Nowadays flowers seem to last a lot longer if you feed and look after them.
A perfect subject for art.
Saw a flower
Dried out and blue.
Made of rock
Solid it grew.
Crystal’s like needles
Splayed out flat
Like a dandelion
A flower, splat!
One of a bunch I was bought for new years day. Put through one filter in photodirector because I couldn’t get a good focus on it. The filter just tidied it up a bit, and made the centre of the flower more patterned. It’s more obvious round the edges, and the colours are brighter than the original.
Another pattern
Another flower
Right in the middle
Of the picture
Another branch
From another tree
Tangling round the corner
Knots of branches
Tighten round
Leaves are glistening green
Another day
Another noon
Sunlight and snow abound.
I was reviewing my photos from the summer and saw this in my hanging basket flower. Not a bee but a snail! How did it get up there.. Must have crawled up the wall, then the fence and finally across the hanging basket to get to this flower. I hope it enjoyed its meal.
Just a photo from my bedroom window including a flower mobile that hangs in it. ( I do like taking photos of random objects.) The cat sometimes reaches up and bat’s at it because of the noise it makes.
The camera was zoomed in so it affected the exposure and left light around the edges of the twigs and branches and the other dark areas on the photo. In this case there was no need to use filters on it as the phone added its own effects.
Mallaband-Brown