The photo of the web above came to mind when I first saw the theme for this week. It was a cold misty morning and the droplets of water on the web caught my eye, I just loved the muted colour tones due to the mist enveloping the whole scene.I have been reorganising my Lightroom catalogues today (well making a slow start at it!) and came across this image from 2012 and thought that it fitted the theme quite well too. These statues in Cardiff had been covered with the Union Flag and added some great colour to what was a very dull rainy day.
“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.” – John Ruskin
The Daily Post photo challenge this week is “Forces of Nature” in which we are encouraged to share a force of nature from our corner of the world. “It can be something as large as the Grand Canyon, or as small as the tiny seedling steadily breaking is way through the concrete in your driveway.”
I so love taking photos of nature in all its beauty, from the sunset and waves crashing against the sea wall in Lyme Regis as in my top photo to
the beautiful frosty grass and sunrays shining down on an early morning stroll in the park.
Then there are upside-down rainbows which are a rare phenomenon caused by refraction of sunlight through horizontally-oriented ice crystals. This usually occurs in cirrus stratus clouds rather than raindrops on cold days as well as
beautiful double rainbows.
To me when leaves fall to the ground the beauty does not end as can be seen above, even in decay when seen close up through a macro lens, the skeleton can look so beautiful – like golden lace.
The penultimate day of Photo 101 and the prompt is “Today, you and your camera are seeing double.”
I love taking photos of reflections and it is a great way to see two of anything, the above garlic shot was taken in my kitchen at night on a black granite worktop, the only light source was a halogen torch.
Two can also refer to two items that occur naturally, such as the two buttercup flowers and two buds in the above photo. I loved the way the petals were shining in the sunshine. Roll on the warmer weather, I need some sunshine.
Many beliefs involve blowing on the seed head to tell us something we want to know, and some of these are listed below:-
- If you blow hard on a dandelion seed head and all the seeds blow off, a wish will come true.
- Blow on a seed head until all the seeds are gone. The number of puffs it took will tell you what time it is. Alternatively, blow three times on the seed head and the number of seeds left will tell the time.
- If a woman blows hard on a seed head and all the seeds blow off, her lover loves only her. If seeds remain, he is not loyal.
- Blow on a seed head and the number of seeds left will tell you how many years you have left.
- Blow hard on a seed head and the number of seeds left will tell you how many children you will have.
- If you see seeds falling off the seed head when there is no wind, rain is on the way.
- Blow on a seed head and your wish will be carried to your lover.
Dandelion flowers also have beliefs surrounding them, include the following:
- If a child picks a dandelion flower off the plant, he will wet the bed that night.
- If you rub yourself all over with dandelion flowers, you will be welcome everywhere you go and your wishes will be granted.
- To find out if you will be rich, put a dandelion flower under your chin, and the degree of the glow on your chin will be the degree of your financial success.
This is the common dandelion, each flower head consists of hundreds of tiny ray flowers.
The flower head itself can change into the familiar, white, globular seed head overnight. Each seed has a tiny parachute, to spread far and wide in the wind. This is the part stage of the plants cycle that I personally think is most photogenic, hence the number of shots I have taken over the years!
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly by Emily Dickinson
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
As Lady from her Door
Emerged—a Summer Afternoon—
Without Design—that I could trace
Except to stray abroad
On Miscellaneous Enterprise
Her pretty Parasol be seen
Contracting in a Field
Where Men made Hay—
Then struggling hard
With an opposing Cloud—
Where Parties—Phantom as Herself—
To Nowhere—seemed to go
In purposeless Circumference—
As ’twere a Tropic Show—
And notwithstanding Bee—that worked—
And Flower—that zealous blew—
This Audience of Idleness
Disdained them, from the Sky—
Till Sundown crept—a steady Tide—
And Men that made the Hay—
And Afternoon—and Butterfly—
Extinguished—in the Sea—