“Bright and Shiny” is what Mary wanted for her Cherry Allee. It was one of the first criteria that we established as we planned our design for the “lower 40.” It has now become a reality … at least the start of one. Colors are constantly changing as one set of blooms expire and another one starts to bloom. Our target was to have a continuous bloom from mid/late spring through the fall. So far it is working.
On a bright, July day, the yellow flowers are like little suns, waving in a slight breeze and looking toward me from different angles.
The Earth gives us little miracles, like flowers that drink in the sun, radiating their color and vibrance to any willing passerby.
The little voices in my head say, “We don’t need to understand it all; just look at the pretty yellow flowers . . .”
Clumps of yellow “Red Hot Pokers”. (Kniphofia uvaria) are scattered in several places around the meadow. They are the stars of the current blooming meadow perennials. They stick out like blazing candles on a birthday cake.
This image just gives me warmth. The warm spring sun was highlighting a Wintersomme Mugo Pine. It was radiating its bright yellow winter color. My assignment was to find something interesting to put in front of it. The tip of a young North Star Spruce called out “Here I Am.”
The Coronavirus and “Social Distancing” will be with us for quite some time I am afraid. To me, “Social Distancing” is the wrong term to use. “Physical Distancing” is really what we should be addressing. With all the means we have for remotely communicating including social media, there is no reason that we need to lock our minds and souls up and quarantine communication and connections with others. Physical distancing is important in today’s time, but nothing is stopping us for reaching out and saying, “Here I Am!”
Walking along our garden path, these bright yellow mugo pines burst sunshine into my face. During the winter the pines turn to bright yellow and highlight the winter garden. The side light of the late afternoon sun creates a glow around the the edges of the shrub. They look like a sunburst. Soon they will be turning into their bright green summer color.
As I walked along the trail at Snow Mountain Ranch, I stopped frequently and just looked around enjoying the countryside. Almost every time, something caught my eye. This simple image of rocks and flowers was one of those moments.
Photography has taught me to see the beauty and interesting things around me. Today, everywhere I look, I see something interesting that makes me step back and enjoy the moment. When I become engrossed on a photographic subject, I feel like I become part of it. I am no longer just an observer.
Wildflowers – Snow Mountain Ranch, Cowiche, Washington
I took a day to explore and photograph wildflowers. I tried to capture both the overall feel of the large masses of flowers and their place in the countryside as well as individual vignettes of little scenes of flowers and interesting subjects.
This image I attempted to capture the field of bright wildflowers set against the green hillsides covered with sage brush and bunch grass and the interesting clouds in the background. My objective was to capture the feel of the beautiful, cloudy, peaceful day.
This Forsythia Tree is the first Spring bloom in our yard. It signifies new life, a new beginning, and new hope. Easter brings the same feeling to me. Our Lord through his ultimate sacrifice, brings new life to all of us. HAPPY EASTER!
Along the northwest section of the park drive, yellow hills and green valleys provided a change in color contrast of the landscape. This post concludes my quick trip through the badlands. Some day I hope to go back and explore the area at a more leisurely pace.
Fuji X-T1, XF55-200mm @ 200mm, f/4.8, 1/1500 sec, ISO 200
This image follows the approach shown in my last two posts. Here I used the bright yellow of the flowering Forsythia along the back fence line as a background to force the viewers eye to the small 1/2″ Dawn Redwood Cones. There is something interesting around every turn in our garden.