There’s not much going on in the backyard in winter. But, to one side, there is an explosion of yellow. The euryops is a monster bush, at least seven feet high, and has so many blooms that from afar you can’t even see the leaves.
The excerpt below is from an essay in Prokhasko’s series FM Galicia.
There is no truer method for organizing one’s everyday life than wisely adhering to phenology — to the flow of changes in the seasons. If you implement this methodology, you needn’t worry about your mind — it will be free of confusion. And now everything that you do will contain that special joy of making sense. Food will be better, dreams more interesting, and autumn flowing through you.
There are some gorgeous walks that people have shared for Life of B’s Walking Squares challenge, this month.
Happy that I’m in Ireland and can document the winter phase of Lake Annaghmakerrig.
Took these pictures with my laptop — yes, really. I just carried it around, open, screen pointed at the lake. I wake veeeery early to write, and sometimes I end up walking to stretch my back. But I find I’ve let my camera or cell behind. I am still clutching my laptop, though. So, why not.
To explain this challenge, P.A. Moed quotes Shivanand Sharma:
Working a shot is the photographers’ way of refining the shot; to make an extraordinary imagery from the ordinary scene. It is just like a writer wandering about for the plot of story or a painter re-working his canvas for a finished outcome.
Shivanand Sharma
Self had quite a hard time settling on a subject. So many possibilities! Which shows how many pictures she actually takes: for her, framing is all.
But, finally, she settled on her newest rose, Moonlight Romantica, bought just this past spring. It has entertained her with its beauty for months — all summer, in fact. It is not blooming right now, so these are pictures she took in July. (In addition, it has grown to a great height: it’s almost 5 feet right now)
The colors change gradually: from the bright orange of a new bud, to a pale yellow when first unfurled, to almost white when past its prime.