Flowers are one of my favorite subjects. I don’t photograph them as much as I would want because I fear it might get boring. Same thing over and over. But it’s been a while so I figured I could indulge this week. I hinted pretty heavily that I wanted flowers. Even the kids got the hint… Still, I was prepared to go buy my own but M came home from the girls’ skating lessons with a lovely bouquet.
I never pick out roses for myself. It’s because of a story I saw on tv years ago where they talked about the pesticides used to grow roses and the impact of those pesticides on the local water supply and the workers. I always worry that the roses at the store come from one of those places. But M gets them sometimes and I can’t deny that they’re beautiful, especially when they’re not quite one color.
My bouquet had a selection of other flowers as well but the pussy willows caught my eye. Now, that’s the kind of thing I buy. I’ve loved them since childhood. They’re so soft. I couldn’t help touching them gently.
I tried to get pictures of the other flowers but I didn’t like any of them. The pictures, not the flowers; the flowers were lovely. I messed around with the shadows a little.
It’s something I struggle with. The play of light and shadow is gorgeous and interesting but it never looks like what I see in my images. I need more practice…