“No voice calls me to order
as I enter a dream of meadow,
kneel to earth…”
“and, moving east to west, second
the motion only of the sun. “
“I plant frail seedlings in the unplowed field, trusting
the wildness hidden in their hearts.”
“Spring light
sprawls across false indigo and hyssop,
daisies, flax. “
“Clouds form, dissolve, withhold or promise rain. “
“In time, outside of time,
the unkempt afternoons fill up with flowers.”
Mary Makofske’s “Planting a meadow” provided just the right words for my miles of meadows sunny walk. I was trialling the GRiii’s HDR tone, which the Ricoh manual describes thus: “Takes images finished like a painting with enhanced fine contrast.” (and even better all the settings are adjustable too – watch this space for more HDR!)
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Obviously clouds like you too. Second to last stands out for me – not only are the clouds, clouds, but so are the trees, and from the shadow I feel like I’m seeing from inside a cloud. That said, the last photograph wins my heart – flowers like fruit, trees like kin, flowers too. Their relationship is delicious. Nice work Laura.
clouds sprouting like trees, trees billowing like clouds – such is our weather here this July – days and days of rain with the sun pushing through for short spells before the thunder dispels it all again. The last wildflower shot is Great Burnet and was pleased to read:
“The presence of the bulbous, blood-red heads of Great burnet is an indication of a rare group of plants and flowers flourishing together in a floodplain meadow. These special grasslands have thrived for centuries because of the way they are managed which results in a flower-rich hay crop.”
Wow. These are really stunning photos and words. I’m particularly taken with that last shot, the colors are so appealing to me.
thank you Bridgette – I love the field Burnet’s burnished red colours and have the cultivated one in my garden