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Here’s my response to Cee’s FOTD challenge.
I missed most of the flower season this year. So, I decided to see if I could create a decent looking one. I can’t wait for next season. Until then, I will see what I can imagine.
Yesterday, before the sky opened up and unleashed all kinds of nastiness, it was a beautiful serene day. Though, it was a little on the hot, I pulled out my phone and took a few shots. It felt good.
It’s been awhile since I posted one of these. The weather is changing and flowers are poking their little heads out.
It’s been awhile since I posted one of these. The weather is changing and flowers are poking their little heads out.
Participating in this challenge last year, I actually learned the names of a few flowers. I’ve been organizing my photos and found a few archived photos of the bearded iris that grows in my front yard. I find this flower interesting because it just showed up one year. I didn’t plant it and I haven’t done anything to get it going.
I’d completely forgotten taking this shot and I’m pleased how well it came out. According to my records, I took this picture in the spring of 2020. I hope you guys enjoy it.
PHOTOGRAPHY – FLORAL
One of the things I enjoyed with my late wife was gardening. Me being a technical junkie and her being freeflowing, there weren’t many things we shared as far as common interests. I admit when she suggested putting in a garden I figured my involvement would be strickly physical. You know, dig a hole or plant this there.
I didn’t expect I would begin to enjoy the process. I foound myself getting into the science aspect of the garden. You know much water and when. What types of plants can in this environment. I hate to admit this, but I enjoyed sitting on the bench just looking at them. I enjoyed how they made me feel.
Though, I did learn a great deal about flowers and such. I never could get the plant names to stick with me. At least, not the proper names. Yet, I remember planting several varieties of the plant pictured above. However, I might …I do mean might know the name of this plant. I have always referred to this type of plant as being an “Elephant Ear”
I used to grow these in my old garden. I never knew the name, but I have always enjoyed the way they look.
PHOTOGRAPHY
Yesterday, I shared a flower that survived a recent storm in my town. I’still moved by its beauty and will to survive. Now, I’m actually aware of its species, sweet! Thanks, Cee.
For some reason, I didn’t consider any other area being effected by the storm. I figured my community alone had suffered the wrath. I really don’t know why I don’t that. I had some business to conduct outside my region, I noticed the path of the storm. It affected much more than I realized. People didn’t have power just like us. People were shook emotionally as well, like we were.
I stopped at a rest area during my return home, that’s when I heard something peculiar.
“Really! You gonna just walk right by me without taking a look?
“Huh?”
“HUH! That’s right here for my health. I survive a storm and everything.” The voice said.
The voice was agitated, but delicate. I paused and looked around. My attention rested on this flower .
It’s color was captivating. I stood there in bewildered wondering how I could have missed the beauty. I decided to take a closer look.
Uncontrollably I uttered, “You so beautiful!” Her response, “Thank You”
Then I heard another voice say, “What about me, I survived too!” I turned a saw another beautiful survivor, but that’s a story for another day.
I snapped this photo a couple of weeks ago right after the storm. I was amazed that it still stood when everything around it bore the scars of Mother Nature’s wrath.
I’ve been looking at this photo everyday since the storm, marveling at its wonder. A reminder to stay the course in the face of anything. Knowing, you may not always win, but you fought.
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