It’s that glorious time of the summer when Mother Nature, giddy with her own power, lets it all fly in one mind-bending go-for-broke explosion of flowers. My beds (and I use the term loosely since I am not a tidy gardener) look as though a cosmic color box has dropped on them, tubes and pots of brilliant color spilling all across their expanse.
I’ve tried to ignore all that color-rioting, but I can’t. I dug out my 60mm lens and have been wandering, a little giddy myself, through both my own gardens and the fields behind my house.
Queen Anne’s Lace
This may take a few days to sort out.
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Door County, Wisconsin.
Motion blur, light manipulation (and, really–isn’t that what photography is all about?) or, as I think of it: light scraping. Pulling out the details and leaving an impression of light and color. Whatever it is, I can’t shake my fascination with trees and reeds and other lovely upright botanical marvels shot in this impressionistic style.
You do not want to be driving in the woods with me. Trust me.