Surrounded as we are by forest, wildlife, birds, and flowers, it’s our good fortune to witness many fleeting moments throughout the year, every year, each offering the spice of difference that makes it new again.
Catching the right fleeting moment, with the right focus, is a very difficult thing to do. —Ren Ng
UPDATE: I shot this vivid flower in a window box this morning, before the sun was up or the Weekly Challenge theme had been announced, and then left to pick up visiting friends for a bit of garage “sailing”—returning, it seemed a waste not to share the hopeful colors.
The more exposed flowers in our garden are showing a bit of wear, but the columbines, hunkered beneath the protective bulk of the rose bush, are thriving; some might even say soaring, as they imitate a family of acrobatic swallows elsewhere in the yard.
Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Valley Rose was one of several trade names used by Thompson’s Mills for their milled grain products. When I visited last Saturday, roses were still blooming at the millkeeper’s house, decades after the machinery had fallen silent.
When I hear those words—fancy hats—I imagine a festive crowd on Ladies Day—the Royal Ascot—at England’s Ascot Racecourse, reveling in sunshine and their traditions, and standing out from everything else are the women’s hats.
“As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity. I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs.” —Sam Abell