I've been remiss lately in getting anything posted. I was playing with other photos from the New Orleans trip. Then SDC reminded me that I hadn't posted any of the photos he had taken at the end of April. Here they are... Untouched, unprocessed, un-anything.
Someone once said: Flowers are God's way of laughing.
This year it must have been one helluva BELLY LAUGH!
Sting sang about Fields of Gold. I doubt he ever saw this bit of field in my subdivision. I always thought his "fields of gold" were wheat. But after seeing the transition of the wild flowers from the brilliant blues of the blue bonnets this amazing sanctuary for Black-eyed Susans, I can't help but wonder: was he spending a spring watching the floral fireworks somewhere when he wrote that song? This photo doesn't even do it justice.
Not only were they dizzying looking across the field, but they overwhelmed everything around them. There at the bottom of this photo (above) you can just glimpse the last of the blue bonnets trying to have their last hurrah for the season.
If you stare at this one long enough, you'll get dizzy. I look at the contrast of colors and textures in these pictures (above and next two below) and just marvel at nature. She throws together colors and shapes we'd never try when decorating a room. And somehow it always works out for her. Reds and pinks and yellows and golds and purple. That's the color scheme thunk up while on a good acid trip. But you look at these photos and you can't even imagine an acid trip. All you can see is "WOW!"
Believe it or not, this last one here is real. Not altered by any program at all. I had a good friend lift it out of my facebook photos because she liked it so much. She said it didn't even look like it had happened without pasting in some fakeness. But I promise. It did. This was the last photo I took of the flowers this spring.
Enjoy. Happy adventures.
