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.
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.
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.
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!
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?
We went to Bendigo today – just because we could – and happened upon a huge Easter festival … markets, food trucks, rides for the kids, buskers, loads of vintage cars, and bus loads of people. We obviously hadn’t received the memo because we didn’t have our chairs – the streets were lined with people sitting on camp chairs or blankets, baskets of food and drink at their feet. It turned out they were waiting for the parade.
It was worth the wait! It lasted an hour and a half and finished with the longest Chinese dragon in the state (country/southern hemisphere).
Because we didn’t have chairs, we wandered around town and came across a conservatory … and in the conservatory were dahlias! (If you saw yesterday’s post, you’ll know why I was excited!). So, much sooner than I expected – here’s a close up of a dahlia!
It’s getting close to dahlia time again … until I can shoot this year’s crop, here’s one from last year.
We (my mother, my sister, and I) popped in to see Dad today. Since August last year my Dad has lived in an aged care residence and the last time I saw him was a few days before he moved in. It was great to see him in his new ‘home’. It’s full of photos of family: his three children, ten grandchildren, and 13 (direct) great-grandchildren – and mementoes of a life well-lived.
Here’s another photo that will take pride of place on his wall!!
* Photo by Debbie
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.