The Dandelion settles in for the night.
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The Dandelion settles in for the night.
These really remind me of Ballet Dancers.
April showers and grey days and millions of Dandelions. Natures Tariff. Where would we be without idiots ?
Hyacinthoides hispanica, the Spanish Bluebell or Wood Hyacinth.
Blossom made up of tiny water droplets.. photographed using a 7mm extension tube costing less than a postage stamp.
Spring Blossom in the clearing in the woods.
The blossom has been stunning this Spring, but all good things must end.... My Wife has noticed her atomiser is missing,
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Home Thoughts, From Abroad
(Robert Browning)
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!
Slender Speedwell - Veronica filiformis.. smaller than the nail on your little finger covered in morning dew.
Whilst the World's richest men make massive fools of themselves over their extremely fragile ego's.. Nature just gets on with life.
Spring Blossom and blue skies.... what more could I want. Nature, the only real superpower.
Macro of Blossom using a 7mm Extension Tube fitted to a standard Nikon 55mm lens.
March: An Ode
By Algernon Charles Swinburne
"Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight,
The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfil us in sleep with delight;
The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops and branches that glittered and swayed
Such wonders and glories of blossom like snow or of frost that out-lightens all flowers till it fade
That the sea was not lovelier than here was the land, nor the night than the day, nor the day than the night,
Nor the winter sublimer with storm than the spring: such mirth had the madness and might in thee made,
March, master of winds, bright minstrel and marshal of storms that enkindle the season they smite.
Spring Blossom After A Light Shower.... shortly to be followed by a heavy one.
Blackthorn Blossom in all it's glory.
Blackthorn Blossom On A damp March Sunday Morning
A Spring Crocus in my bird bath.
Spring Blossom on a grey day.
No wonder the great artists of the past loved to paint either early in the morning of late in the afternoon. The light at this time of the day can be stunning.