17 May 2019 – PoetryPix

Late afternoon sun over a field of seedy dandelions. It was one of those sights that made me wish I had my camera with me but despite the best advice, out on a jog is not the time to carry anything other than oneself. Still there was always the next day and so I set out…

but the light was more overcast and the weather windy so that many of the seedheads had already blown away. Nature did not even throw up the parachute seeds in romantic slow drifts but had simply decapitated many of them with a buffeting.

I was miffed! And eventually re-composed myself for some different shots at dandelions, seeking them in the more sheltered margins of the lane.

“Dear common flower, that grow’st beside the way,
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,
First pledge of blithesome May“…
James Lowell

As Nabokov wrote: “*Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons* “

*“It is not enough to photograph the obviously picturesque*.” – Dorothea Lange

“While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.” – Dorothea Lange

I’d never noticed how much dandelion silk captures the sunlight spectrum until the macro enabled this view and so although I did not get the wide angle photograph I came for, I found as much in the details.