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NE based fine art photographer, looking for Paths to follow and Periphery I might have missed. 🏳️‍🌈 🚫ai All real 📷 Daily posts All Images Poisoned w/ Nightshade https://nightshade.cs.uchicago.edu/whatis.html Linky Thing https://shorturl.at/CJdHH

A mystic fantasy dahlia flower. Though in full bloom it carries the weight of the world in it. Slightly bend as it starts to wilt. Its red yellow petals strain to their fullest. "Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place."~Sarah Dessen
Tight focus macro photo of a Japanese Roof Iris flower. Lavender and blue in its evolution. It is known for its large flowers and sword like leaves. We peer deep inside it looking for meaning in our lives only to realize too late that we should have been living all along. “You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”~Albert Camus
Up close black and white photo of a simple Japanese woodworking joint.
A pair of pink fuchsia flowers glow like natures ballet dancers. The lights glowing off their costume they hold position waiting for the music to start. "It's a well-known fact. All women are clinically insane, but especially ballet dancers. Psycho. Extremely psycho. Trust me."~Marisa de Los Santos
An evening primrose flower. Yellow originally the processed to bring out the orange veins and sublimate the brightness, Much like we sublimate ourselves to fit in, this instead makes it stick out amongst its fellows. "Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes."~ William Gibson
Macro of a lavender bearded iris after a light rain. Open for business to all pollinators, it glows in the after mist of the morning. Its blue veins starkly contrasting against the yellow lure at the base of the petals. Rain fills its insides. flooded for now. "I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand-- I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-- I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head." — Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends)
Macro of a pink peony explodes in the frame. Pink petals glow against the blurred background, white stamen reach for the sum. Soft in focus yet sharp in details. "Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall." — Jodi Picoult
Close in shot of a purple bearded iris flower. Shining in the sun, shades of pink and red and blue glisten. Drops of water from the recent rains slowly evaporate in the warm Spring air. Poem by Pablo Neruda included because I think the flower looks like it is laughing. "Your Laughter" Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. ~Pablo Neruda
A single red columbine flower hangs from its stem. The blossom itself so heavy it grows upside down. Its orange Stamen pointing downwards while its upper red petals glow brightly to attract the pollinators. I have always thought Columbine flowers resembled our imaginations alien ship designs. "The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation" ~Terence McKenna
Close up of a Comfrey flower. Its beautiful blue purple bell flowers hang down with water dropping from the petals. Comfrey is actually a useful herb to have in your garden. It can be used as fertilizer or for medicinal uses. It is probably one of the most beautiful herb flowers I have seen. "If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever."~Alfred Tennyson
Close up photo of a Coral Sunset Pink Peony flower after the rain. (I shoot a lot during and after rain) The pink of the petals contrasts nicely with the almost monotone background of the plant leaves. The raindrops hold on to the outside knowing they will soon fall as the flower opens. You can see the Stamen inside eagerly awaiting the grand opening. "And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned." — Dorothy Parker (Sunset Gun: Poems)
A pink peony explodes like a sunrise. Glowing orange from within as the light hits it just right, it radiates so many different colors "My skin is kind of sort of brownish Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I'm told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, But it's silver when it's wet. And all the colors I am inside Have not been invented yet." ~Shel Silverstein
Macro photo of a beautiful white peony flower. The blossom fills the image top to bottom. In its center the stamens surround the pistil as the flower opens to the world. The rain fell in the early morning and this is the quiet solitude after it. "My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people." ~Patricia Highsmith
Extreme macro photo of a lavender iris flower, the petal and its beard fill the frame. The beard is the patch of hairs above the signal, colored patch at the base of open petals to lure in pollinators. The beard seems to be a soft and attractive landing spot, I could lose myself in there myself. "Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor." ~James Joyce
High contrast macro photo of a peony flower in the rain. Its yellow and red center sheepishly look out as the petals open. Is it safe. The day is beautiful and euphotic. "Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria." — Roman Payne
Macro shot of an Astrantia flower, known as Great Masterwort. It comes in different varieties. Developed in a duotone time process. This highlighting the picks to a deep red and dropping the whites dropped into a more translucent grey. Its petals strain for the sun, opening itself fully so the center is exposed to light and bees. "and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive" ~Charles Bukowski
A triplet of lavender iris flowers glow in the renewing rainfall of spring. Water droplets, some bigger than you think should be supported by the petals, rest easily. Reflecting the light back at the sky, they highlight the flowers bursting from the darkness of the Winter behind them. "People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone." — Audrey Hepburn "People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone." — Audrey Hepburn
A lovely close up macro of a yellow bearded iris flower. Its door open inviting the pollinators in for beezness. It's lavender edged petals busrt out of the dark background. Pair with a line by William Blake "You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.”
Macro photo of a pink peony flower. Its petals fading back and forth between white and pink, with pink being the more prominent. “Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.” ― William Blake
Macro of a yellow iris flower glowing at sunrise. Its delicate veins pink on white. It opens its petals for the pollinators to come. "Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.~Robert Frost
Macro photo of a white peony flower. Its petals sprinkled with moisture. The glow of its yellow center is like a sun rising. "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles." — Charlie Chaplin
Black and white macro of an iris flower after the rain. It rains a lot here. The stark contrast of the petals and raindrops are enhanced by the monochrome style. Tears For Fears Lyrics "Broken" Between the searching and the need to work it out I stop believing everything will be alright Broken, we are broken I'm walking uphill being turned around and round Secret in motion when my feet are on the ground Broken, we are broken In my mind's eye One little boy anger one little man Funny how time flies"
Black and white photo looking upwards at the leafless winter tree canopy. The branches curl and bend and curve like evil fingers. "People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of."~Gregory Maguire (Wicked)
Macro of a Rocky Mountain Blue Columbine. Like alien spacecraft descending to the ground. Its blue petals contrasted by its yellow stamen. Covered in raindrops, and open for business. "To drown your sorrows in a honey jar Set your worries on the strings of a guitar Design a melody with a few stress notes Let your mind drift like the blue clouds float Sing out loud your melancholic song You know you can't fit in where you don't belong So, where's the trouble when you let yourself free? No questions to answer No door, no key." Husna Amin
Macro of a reddish pink daisy flower in a rainstorm. Its center filled with water while drops shine like tiny lenses on the petals. "Trying to put a positive gloss on our lives to disguise the huge gap between how things look externally and how they feel inside."~Gillian Anderson
Macro photo of a cultivated Siberian Iris from the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens. A local botanist spend 40 years cultivating different varieties to rival the colors found in warmer parts of the world. Pale blue with slight shades of pink emerging from the veins in the petals. Dusted with moisture from recent rain. It is in full bloom while surrounded by the buds that will take its place in a few days. "Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around." ~Bob Marley
Macro photo of a purple bearded iris flower. Its insides open to the world. Sharing its love and life with all who visit. "Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before". — Cassandra Clare (City of Fallen Angels)
Macro photo of a pink champagne flower. Glowing more blue in the light then its name would suggest. The striking veins in the petals standing in stark contrast. "You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth." ~William W. Purkey
Photo rake from the top of a set of spiral stairs found in the woods. It was raining, and the top most post is dotted with raindrops. The stair path itself spirals into a hazy blur of uncertainty.
Two pink fuchsia flowers dance the dance of nature. Like ballerinas moving to music only they can hear. "And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."~Friedrich Nietzsche
Macro photo of a pair of red and white fuchsia flowers. So close together they look like ballerinas dancing. Pas De Deux All our Love's vicissitudes, Our amorous, glamorous attitudes Two Hearts pounding, the grand resounding With sincerest gratitude In Perfect Passion, ardor action, Paramours enraptured fashion To you devoted, the walls have folded I lose myself in your attraction... Everything I have given you, My Heart, my Soul, my Pas de Deux Together forever, this sweet endeavor, Until at last we say adieu ~Just That Archaic Poet
Macro photo of a yellow bearded iris. Its petals fading to white as it basks in the sun. Bursting out of the frame against a dark background. "Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that motherfucker's reflection." — Lady Gaga
Close up black and white photo of a gate door at the Japanese Tea Garden, in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco. The grain of the wood prominent with aging and weather. The hardware and wood pins hold fast, a testament to the craftsmanship.
Macro photo of a peach and cream rose. It reflects the beauty of nature, glowing from within. Surrounded by buds. "Life is no garden of roses More like a thistle in time Sailing past Waiting for no one this time Sailing fast Waiting for no one this time" #TheCranberries (Rose)
A close up photo of a pink champagne clematis flow. The petals glow blue and pink in the sunlight. Its central tuft sometimes called the Central Boss reaches out grasping the light. "There is a wide world out there, full of pain, but filled with joy as well. The former keeps you on the path of growth and the latter makes the journey tolerable."~R.A. Salvatore
Black and white macro photo of a dandelion. Sometimes called a fairy clock for its regularity. The seeds look like little ballerinas or perhaps fairies. They say wished are granted for blowing the seeds off. "Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad." ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Black and white photograph of a great egret standing on a stone bridge in the Chinese garden at the Huntington library and botanical garden
A close up photo of a pink and purple fuchsia flower. Distinct in its contrasting color schemes, this ones dark purple corolla makes the pink petals and sepals radiate in the soft morning light. Taken at the South Coast Botanical Garden in SoCal "All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust."~J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)
Macro picture of a cactus flower blooming. Orange petals with red tips. A softness among the sharpness. “When you’ve had hatred on your tongue for such a long time, you don’t know how to spit it out.” ― Terry Pratchett, Raising Steam
Following a path in the forest, the trees start to lean in on me. The distance is choked by mists. Am I leaving this land and traveling to another? Will I be the same on the other side? "Nothing was. Nothing will be. Everything is. Everything has existence and is present."~Hermann Hesse
Black and white macro photo of a Bloody Cranesbill geranium. Its petals glow with the radiance of the sun. Its center shines with an inner light. Softly and sharp at the same time. "Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow." — Sylvia Plath
Macro picture of a freshly opened yellow bearded iris flower. "The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can't have one without the other." ~Andre Dubus III
Macro photo of a pink coneflower. A wildflower found natively around New England. Its large protruding orange center cluster can grow up to 3 inches tall over the petals. It is a very active location for pollinators. "Sometimes even to live is an act of courage."~Seneca
A macro hot of a pink and orange tulip. It is sharp and crisp in focus and the background is softly muted. Recent rain drops cling to the petals. "Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone" ~Pablo Picasso
Macro photo of a pink camellia flower. Softly mourning the sun that has moved on for the day. It leans down, like the sorrows of the world weigh upon it. "We need never be ashamed of our tears." ~Charles Dickens
A close up of a marguerite daisy. It basks in the sun letting its yellow center absorb the solar protons. Crisp and clear you can see the natural spiraling in the center. "Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it." — Bertolt Brecht
A beautiful Red Admiral butterfly alights on a pink lavender coneflower. Mostly black with orange stripes and white flecks. "...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"~ Vincent van Gogh
Macro photo of cherry blossoms after rain. The moisture holds onto the petals, glistening in the overcast light like little diamonds. "To die, it's easy. But you have to struggle for life." — Art Spiegelman
Another shot of the only orange pink tulip that bloomed on put cold mountain only to get eaten by someone. Soft foreground framing gives the tulip an ethereal glow. "Little flower lookin' up at me! Do you run from old memories? I feel my body, wilted and defenceless I pray to no one. Broken. I feel helpless Tomorrow comes and I know that I'll face it again"~LuluYam
Photo take under the Rio Grand Gap Bridge in New Mexico. The steel supports seem to flow off into infinity. Rust and paint competing for the most territory. "Madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom" — Hermann Hesse
Close up shot of a Swallowtail butterfly. Likely a spicebush variety. It sits upon a smooth granite stone warming itself in the morning sun. After a night in the cold air they need the sun to warm their wings for flying. "Spare me the night trampled upon by submission A mask within one's own inhibition Where the only prohibition is love" ~Serj Tankian
Image is a witch flying across the moon with a rainbow flowing out of the broom. The message says Ride With Pride.
A Eufala Butterfly. Also know as a Skipper. Is a kind of in between butterfly and moth. But is called a butterfly. Here it sits on a fading pink lavender coneflower collecting pollen. "Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly."~Pablo Neruda
Macro Photo of a marguerite daisy flower. Its yellow center offset by its white and pink petals. Two off its petals seem to be reaching out as if to protect itself. "I am not delicate. My skin is weathered. My actions are defensive due to of the scars of living. I wish to protect myself and instead I expose my heart to the past." ~Sarah Sisson
Photo of a stunning purple bearded iris that is almost done with its cycle. Still glowing brilliantly in the sun. Still attracting pollinators to the end. The golden orange interior invites until the last. "I never meant to cause you any sorrow I never meant to cause you any pain I only wanted, one time, to see you laughing I only want to see you laughing In the purple rain" Prine
A beautiful Red Admiral butterfly alights on a pink lavender coneflower. Mostly black with orange stripes and white flecks. "We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty." — Maya Angelou
A top down macro photo of the first tulip that sprouted on our cold mountain. Its beautiful warm red and orange swirl of color promised to much beauty in our gardens. It lasted 3 days before someone came by and ate it.
Macro photo of a stunning dahlia flower. Its pink speckled petals remind me of candy. An orange sun seems to glow from within its heart. "And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things." ~Maurice Sendak
Dragon in Repose Macro photo of a wild pink snapdragon shot at the Coastal Maine Botanical Garden. The background is fuzzy with emptiness as the dragon singularly fills the frame. "If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it." — Frank Zappa
Macro photo of a daisy just starting to bloom. Its pink and yellow petals giving a taste of that is to come. "Talent is cheap; dedication is expensive. It will cost you your life." ~Irving Stone (The Agony and the Ecstasy)