When winter drags on (and on), I have to get creative to find subjects to photograph. It will be weeks before the snow melts and we are able to see the sand on the shorelines. So I lose myself in indoor activities: reading, knitting, writing, and making pictures.
This weekend, I played with sand and stones in a mini zen garden. Partly, this was to create pictures; and partly, this was to remember what summer felt like.
Eventually, the snow will melt (if it ever stops falling), and I will be able to get out with my camera again. Until then, I’ll pretend.
Freshly washed scarves, hung on the clothesline=much photographic fun.
Here is one.
Same flowers, different spot.
These are the flowers I bought at the beginning of the summer. They had been sitting in a pot on the floor of my front porch until I brought this antique table outside. Walking by with my camera, I noticed the colour of the table complemented the flowers, and I imagined that a shallow depth of field with give an interesting result.
I was right.
I love the softness of the table’s edge in the foreground, with the flowers spilling out over it. Just enough detail to show its age, but blurred so that it blends with the greens of the leaves.
I have photographed these flowers before, but this has to be my favourite shot.
Maybe because it’s such a late spring, I seem to be even more enthralled with the appearance of leaves than usual.
I mean, it happens every year, right?
But this year, I just can’t stop looking at this changing season: the gradual filling out of trees, the green grass replacing golden fields, and the occasional tulip and daffodil at the base of a house.
This infusion of colour makes me happy.