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.
It’s like the sun shines from the inside.
I wash my hair, towel it dry, shake my head … and it looks like this flower (just not yellow!).
The dahlias were large, diverse, and plentiful at the Bendigo conservatory. Just like the people lining the streets.
I think I’ve picked the wrong time of year, but I’m going to return to flower photography for a while. I’ve concentrated on portraits for the last little while – although I haven’t featured many on this blog – but now I want to return to flowers.
I love photographing flowers – there are so many colours, so many shapes, so many sizes, so many types. An endless array – and we celebrate that. We cultivate variety, we actively plan for it in our parks and gardens if we are of a gardening bent, and if we aren’t we wander through the park or garden enjoying the variety, looking out for that one different flower. We are amazed at the size of some flowers. We take photos, paint them, adorn our homes with them. We buy them and give them as a token of our love or a symbol of our sorrow, or our appreciation.
There’s no pressure for flowers to be a particular way – they can have whirly bits, and squiggly bits, and movement-y bits; they can be white or yellow or pink or mauve or any colour they happen to be – and they’re all beautiful.
Wouldn’t it be good if we thought of ourselves and each other like that? If we celebrated our whirly bits and squiggly bits and movement-y bits? If we celebrated the variety of colours and shapes and sizes. If we were amazed by each other? How much kinder might we be if we looked at others and celebrated them the way we do with flowers?
Here’s today’s dahlia. Who is your dahlia?
It’s getting close to dahlia time again … until I can shoot this year’s crop, here’s one from last year.
I’m away from home this week and so drawing from my archive. This is a flower I shot in the studio last year … I like the way the light seems to come from the inside of the flower.
I wander past the Town Hall, and am greeted by sunflowers. Some of them are in the process of dying … but then again, aren’t we all?
Another shot of the flower from yesterday’s blog – this time with a slightly different composition. To me, this composition shows more of the delicacy of the petals and the tenuous nature of how they’re held together. Similar shot in one way, but a very different story if you look carefully.
A return to a flower today. I was looking through my photos this afternoon and came across a series of photos I did a month or two ago that I didn’t like at all. But on looking at them again I have changed my mind. They’re okay-ish.
Here’s one example … I was trying to represent a flower from a different perspective – to tell a different story from the usual front-on shot with the whole flower in the frame. To me this shot is an explosion of colour and line and shape. What do you see?
I feel it’s time for a flower. This flower is actually pink, but playing around in post-processing I was able to give it a very different look.