Posted in Flowers, Learning


Robbing the flower of all its colour doesn’t rob it of its beauty – it just allows us to see differently. There’s a lesson in there I’m sure.

Posted in Flowers


Getting close up to flowers with my macro lens can be dangerous, particularly when there are bees around, but I managed to avoid the bees on this rose. The depth of colour in the centre and the delicacy of the outer petals initially drew my attention. And then I noticed the water droplets from the recent rain. So much beauty in one single flower.

This was taken at the Castlemaine Botanic Gardens where the roses were so tall I couldn’t reach most of them.

Posted in Flowers, Nature


Today was my second day at my new job (yesterday being ANZAC Day) and apparently I have to go back again tomorrow!

I have a flower sitting on my kitchen window sill, waiting for me to shoot it. Hopefully I’ll get to it before it starts to fade – although there’s a certain beauty in a faded flower.

In the meantime, I’ll content myself with a flower I shot on the weekend at the Castlemaine Botanic Garden.

Posted in Flowers, Life


It was my first day at my new (full-time, ongoing, academic) job today. A barrage of information that lasted all morning … then ‘getting settled’ during the afternoon – which meant finding more information, this time on my own.

New jobs are exhausting! Ten hours of newness in one day is quite enough. It’s time for a cuppa … and some flowers, of course!

Posted in Flowers, Photography


Did I mention that I like taking photos of flowers? Especially, at this time of year, dahlias. Here’s another image from my flower photo shoot on Friday.

I put a black box behind the flower and it proved to be a good backdrop. A table lamp resting on a box of tissues which was resting on the water jug supplied the lighting. A bit of de-saturation … and there you have it.

The same flower as in yesterday’s post, but different conditions – and a completely different final image.

Posted in Flowers, Nature


Walking down our street yesterday I noticed a florist shop where there hadn’t been one the week before. I decided to go in. Kellie, the director of Fig and Bloom, has an online business and was convinced by friends to open a shop as well and on Tuesday she did just that. The flowers are beautiful, and what I liked best of all was that I could buy single flowers. So I bought two and spent a lovely few hours photographing one of them in the light coming in through the kitchen window.

This image has more of a domestic feel than I usually go for, with the flyscreen in the background and the edge of the bottle in view, but there’s a certain appeal to it.

Posted in Flowers, Life


I wash my hair, towel it dry, shake my head … and it looks like this flower (just not yellow!).

The chrysanthemums were large, diverse, and plentiful at the Bendigo conservatory. Just like the people lining the streets.

Posted in Flowers, Learning


Another dahlia today – this one with loads of squiggly bits (which will only mean anything if you read yesterday’s post). This dahlia was dancing in the slight breeze- which is fabulous, but it does make it slightly tricky to photograph.

Imagine, if you are so inclined, your favourite music and this dahlia moving along with the beat – whether that’s dreamy, or pumping, or folk-y, or blues-y, or pop-y, or perhaps a little bit classical. The flower doesn’t care what it looks like when it’s dancing, but most of us are not so free.

Over the summer, Tim and I went to the Queen Vic Night Market a number of times. We’d grab a chair and sit and listen to the fabulous music from the likes of Opal Ocean and Horns of Leroy. One of the delightful sights was the little children creeping away from their parents to move to the middle of the stage, stare at the musicians and then dance. Their delight in the music was clearly evident and they felt free to express that delight. Most of the adults were like Tim and I – happy to listen and to dance on the inside.

This dahlia wasn’t keeping it on the inside … that’s something we can learn from flowers. And from little children!