Finally got my almost-tarnished macro lens out. It has been a while since I last used it. If not peeking through it so carefully, I would never notice the beauty of this small flower. I leave the name to the botanist.
What are they thinking when their eyes are on you, the photographer?
A pleasant morning in the garden. It will be better if I can be there one hour early to use the softer light.
It’s my favorite Rannunculs, a whole patch of them. I added some gradient to express what’s in my mind: the flowers are fully bathed in the sun.
It may have something to do with my youth experience in the music band. When I saw this flower, I thought about Saxophone. It’s kind of silly, but that is what came to my mind. These 2mm tubes are so dainty, can you see the mystery hidden inside?
Wet and cold winter linger. Except a few early blooms, colors are sporadic and barely visible. Bird activities seems to usually start in February and that’s where my camera goes.
In my continuous pursuit of Western bluebirds, I found them in more places. They are around, but if not for the luck, they are usually too distant to reach. I desired a clear shot with their gorgeous feather fully shown, but whenever that opportunity popped up, they were in the shade. It seems to me that their natural instinct teaches them the risk of fatal attraction.Black Phobes are common here. They don’t have dramatic outlook and thus can enjoy their freedom everywhere. We all want to be unique and outstanding, but being ordinary is not necessarily a bad thing.
I am not a serious birder. I am in for good images (and the satisfaction of seeing), not for number counts. However, I am happy to add a new bird to my list. This Oak Timouse finally came closer for a shot, but it’s an early morning of a cloudy day…
I thought this is a new bird, but they are juvenile Western Bluebird.
Enough of birds, I am longing for spring colors, or, more new birds.