Photo Play

I’m still playing with my beautiful double red amaryllis flowers. Whenever I look at them I get a little shot of joy. They are incredibly beautiful!

Abstract Photo Play

Yesterday I played around making several very closeup images of the flower petals. And then I began combining and modifying photos to create new images using some of my previous images of the flowers in bloom.

Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?

Mary Oliver

The image above consists of two different images combined and transformed (duplicated multiple times, rotated or resized). Here are the two original photographs I used:

And here is another composite image:

In this one, I used two different amaryllis photographs plus two different texture photographs. Here are the two amaryllis photos I used:

Getting super close to create abstracts

I also played with getting super close to the flower petals with my nifty-fifty lens, extension tubes and using varying depth of field. And I sprayed the flower with water and photographed the petals covered with tiny droplets of water.

I plan to make more photographs of the flowers tomorrow as I’m not sure how much longer they will last. Even when they begin to wilt I’ll probably photograph them. I find beauty in all stages of a flower’s life.

The poet must not only write the poem but must scrutinize the world intensely, or anyway that part of the world he or she has taken for subject. If the poem is thin, it is likely so not because the poet does not know enough words, but because he or she has not stood long enough among the flowers–has not seen them in any fresh, exciting, and valid way.

Mary Oliver

And so I continue to love this world by loving and paying close attention to these flowers before they become nothing at all. Carpe diem.

May you walk in beauty.

Here’s an image I made to express the idea, “Confined.” I’m not sure if I’m done with this topic or whether I will work on more ideas related to it.

And another “confined” image…