I haven’t posted a macro shot in a long time, so I “dusted off” this photo from a trip I took to Washington, DC in June. It was bright and sunny the day I spotted this purple flower in my daughter’s yard (or the yard next door), but I never noticed the critter hiding in plain sight until now.
One of the things I love most about macro photography is discovering new perspectives – and the tiny surprises I would not have found otherwise. It reminds me of the thrill I felt when peering through a microscope in science class as far back as grade school. I don’t remember what we were examining back then, but I was continually amazed at the “technology.” I guess I still am.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
Last week my daughter and I visited the U.S. National Arboretum in Washington, DC. An overcast sky hung overhead. It was the day after a heavy rain and many of the flowers were laboring under the weight of residual raindrops. Hopefully they were able to spring back up once the sun came out.
In the meantime I took advantage…as it’s one of my favorite subjects – Water on Flowers. A fleeting photo opportunity before those drops disappeared!
Spring is a macro photographer’s paradise. The woods…trees…plants…path…provide the stage. Buds…leaves…flowers…debut as actors. This new leaf posed for me during a recent late afternoon walk. The stage lighting was perfect.
I really think it called out, highlighted in the sun as it was. Look at me!
It certainly looks like this tree fought long and hard during its demise. I discovered its stump along the way during a recent walk in the woods. I’m not sure why the tree was cut down, but whenever I see something like this I always wonder what it lived through. Those rings signify age, but that’s all I know.
I went for a walk in the woods yesterday to mark the first day of Spring with a few photographs. A thick layer of wet leaves covered the trail, along with puddles left over from the recent rains and melting snow. It was mostly overcast with a few peeks of late afternoon sun. Not too much was going on Spring-wise unless you stopped and looked close, which happens to be my favorite method of discovery.
Pricker bush branches never seem to take the winter off, so once I carefully moved those out of the way (ouch!), I spotted long spindly branches showing off pinkish buds. Aha! There it was…a sure sign of Spring.
Another sign of Spring? The tick who hitchhiked a ride home with me. Fortunately I captured it before it scurried all the way up my leg.
My potted hibiscus has remained dormant through most of the winter months, resting comfortably in front of a large (often sunny) picture window. It surprised us recently though, when we noticed blooms bursting out…one after another. I am most grateful for this splash of color as we wait for Spring to arrive.