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Dipping Yellow Into Red

On my window sill, an aging rose bows its head until the yellow melds with red and creates a color that will be seen this one time, in this one moment, to be photographed by only one. And it will never be seen again.

Dandelions Have Bad Hair Days Too

I was sitting on my lawn this morning, looking for things to photograph. I half reclined on an elbow as there was not much to see higher than that. So I thought I'd give the lower level a chance. Immediately what struck my eye was this poor dandelion. He is most obviously not sporting a normal dandelion doo. So I lay down on my stomach on the wet and dirty ground and communed with the poor flower. He didn't offer any input, really, no matter how I tried to get some information from him. So I took several pictures of him from various angles, all the while trying to think what might have happened to him. I still don't have a clue and it's driving me to distraction. Unless he's just having a really bad hair day. I suppose dandelions are allowed to have them too.

Daffodils on My Windowsill

My windowsill was badly in need of some cheering up. It has the winter blahs. This mini-daffodil really perked it up. And me too.

Knife Edge of a Primrose Petal

I don't think I would ever have associated the petals of a flower with the edge of a knife, but this one turned out to be extremely sharp.

Golden Yellow Defined

One sunflower from the florist in February equals one delighted photographer. Something to play with!

Me and Yellow and Sunflowers

I took so many photos of sunflowers over the summer that I couln't possibly publish them all. So saving some for the winter months, when something yellow would be quite welcome, seemed completely natural. Besides, me and yellow and sunflowers seem to get along just fine.

Okay, so I Cheated

Okay. So I cheated today. I didn't have time to go find anything intersting, plus my camera only works when it wants to, and I was the florist.... So I bought a Daisey Mum. The new baby (read camera) arrives tomorrow so I'm planning to take pictures of this with the new camera! Course I have to learn how to use it first...

Elegance, Tinged With Frost

I went outside early this morning in full photographer regalia, ready to hop in the car and go find me some frost! Silly me. All I needed to do was step out my door and I stopped in my tracks, looking at the frost on everything around me. Of course my tracks left negative impressions on everything I stepped on, so I quickly began paying attention to where I planted my feet. "Oh, look at the pretty frost on that leaf. Oooooo. That leaf is prettier...." And then...I saw it. The last yellow bud on my last yellow plant, the ridges and rough spots tipped with frost. It seemed suddenly so fragile, not robust like a new bud might be. And it was elegant. Elegant in its fragility. When the sun tipped over the top of the shrub and touched the bud, the bud glowed. But it was a gentle glow, not the glow of a summer, hearty bud. Summer was gone and fall was here. The bud sang its swan song this morning, a performance for one.

"Here's lookin' at you, kid."

I dont' know why. My overactive imagination I guess made me think of that line from Casa Blanca (I think????) when I saw this flower's face looking at me so intensely as I snapped the digital shutter. Maybe I was being told what for for interrupting a quiet family moment. Only the blossom knows.

Susan's Family Portrait

Susan's family is definitely photogenic. Susan's the eldest at 30. Oh. Wait. That's right. Time stopped for her at 29. She has nine siblings. Well, step-sibblings mostly. The youngest of the brood is Timothy, three and one half years of age. He's actually Susan's half-brother. Don't ask. It's complicated.

And They Call Us Weeds

I don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with coming from a farming family. But it seems, in my mind, that August is a month to be associated with weeds. Yellow weeds. Sneezeweed, goldenrod, all sorts of weeds that cause us to sneeze. Well, many of us anyway. But when I am able to pull my Kleenex away from my nose for a moment and dry my weepy, swollen eyes, I see in front of me a Yellow Flower. I once had a veterinarian was allergic to dogs and cats. Somehow misery is less miserable when I'm doing something I love.

Spotted Touch-Me-Not

Let me introduce you to Spotted Touch-Me-Not, also known as Impatiens capensis. It grows in wet areas, by streams or ponds or lakes. It prefers shade. If it looks somewhat familiar to you , as a gardner, you might already know that is closely related to that red impatiens in that hanging basket or planter on your deck. I. capensis has a surprising and pleasant use. The crushed stems are very soothing and help to heal poison ivy. It has additional medicinal uses but I am not an expert on these other uses nor am I qualified to recommend them. I am , however, as a student of botany and especially of wildflowers, quailified to tell you how beautiful this flower is. And as a photographer, I'm qualified to show you.

Portrait of Black-eyed Susan

Beautiful, sunny, summer days. Black-eyed Susan looks skyward, gratefully, for a windless day. Holding one's head up strongly is much more easily accomplished when not being battered by the winds of life.

Clinging to Life-- MY Life!

A torrential rain storm caught my wildflower garden at the height of the season last week. The leggy stem of the Queen Anne's lace is beautiful, but weak. When she came crashing down, Anne grabbed at the nearset thing to grab-- her neighbor, Black-eyed Susan. Susan, being stout by nature (she has a strong, stiff stem) was quite willing to hold Anne's head above water. Little did Susan know, however, that Anne was very clingy and Susan was not likely to be rid of her even though the rains had subsided. It would appear that Susan has a new roommate. Poor Susan.

Black-eyed Susans with Inchworm

There was what seemed like a whole field of black-eyed susans at the entrance to Johnson's Park. I went there today for the first time and did not know they didnt' open for another hour. So I spent an hour getting to know some beautiful yellow flowers, old and young. And one was even hosting an event of some sort for one inchworm. He stayed the whole hour. I know because I checked.

Yellow Rose Off Center

Asymmetry always catches my eye, and this rose was no exception. Most of the time we expect symmetry from our world and some individuals are very bothered when that perfection is not maintained. Me? I welcome it.

Yellow Petals

I don't even remember taking the time to identify this flower properly. I just was breathtaken by the color of the petals and their luminosity and intensity. I think I spent about half an hour on the petals of this flower, but I didn't mind at all.

"It's what ? A flower?"

I liked the interplay of light and dark and the bright yellow against the deep blue. So, while playing around with the raw image, I came across this crop. But is it really a flower?

Mother of Yellow

This "weed" was so very gorgeous when I came across it. It seems gentle and kind and simple. Some of the qualities we might endow our mothers with. Yet notice the bold lines and raw strength and upright demeanor. Yup. That's a mother for you.

Just Another Yellow Weed-- To Anyone But Me

I hunt for photos everywhere, including the backside of an abandoned building. There are those weeds which can and will grow anywhere, including in the cracks between the cracks between the cracks of cement walls. We should all be so tenacious.

Yellow Stamens

These are the bright yellow stamens from a bright yellow day lily taken in the bright mid-day sun.

Yellow Hawkweed Field

Patch of yellow hawkweed in my neighbor's lawn. It's a beautiful little wildflower but it simply does not belong in a suburban yard. Or so it would seem.