I mentioned yesterday that I love taking portraits, and that my husband is my only model.
I don’t think I told a fib because the beautiful girls in this shot didn’t model for me.
I just happened to catch them in a candid moment …

I mentioned yesterday that I love taking portraits, and that my husband is my only model.
I don’t think I told a fib because the beautiful girls in this shot didn’t model for me.
I just happened to catch them in a candid moment …
Second on my list of favourite things to photograph, after flowers, is portraits.
I am not at all skilled in the art of portrait photography, but I am keen to learn.
Here is an early attempt at a black and white portrait (my favourite kind).
My husband, Tim, is my one and only model. If you’re keen to let me practice on you, sing out!
The flower’s head droops.
Its petals weighty
with age
and fragile beauty.
Captured.
Its age
and fragile beauty
linger.
This is the final in my seven-day series of posts featuring flowers.
I love taking photos of flowers. There are challenges to photographing flowers. I think carefully about the story I want to tell through the image – usually one of fragility or subtlety or beauty; how much of the flower I want to capture; the angle I will shoot at (eye-level with the camera, or from on-high, or perhaps down low, or from the back …); the part of the flower to focus on; how to shade/light the flower to accentuate its core characteristics … and much (much) more.
The challenges, as well as the technical elements and the processing decisions, keep it interesting for me.
I hope this little series has allowed you to see flowers anew – in all their fragile, subtle beauty. Perhaps it has also inspired you to get your camera out, seek out a flower or two, and make some technical and aesthetic decisions of your own.
If it has, please feel free to share your images with me – I love to see how others interpret/represent the flowers around them.
We emerge from the cool of the rainforest to the dusty heat of a different type of Australian landscape. Lizards stretch full length on the rocks above the waterfall and soak up the sun.
And paper daisies lift their heads and spread their warmth.
Imagine a morning.
The sky is blue and wide
and the breeze is wistful
and perfumed.
We wander under the canopy of the rainforest,
And then out into the light.
And flowers.
It’s a part of a flower that often remains unseen.
We are captured by the outer, showy petals
where the colour is.
But the insides are worthy of our focus too.
The rain leaves a delightful legacy on its sunny yellow petals.
In the afternoon they were gone – both the rain and the flower.
One had moved on to bring relief to other gardens.
The other lay scattered over the path.
To finish the Melbourne icon series we have decided to focus on what is perhaps the most iconic mode of transport in the city: the tram.
Over time, the trams have changed, but here’s one of the older types.
Here are two other photos … one more abstract than the other.
Tim’s image of the new-look Melbourne tram is here.