These flowers were outside in the gardens of the Chihuly Glass and Garden exhibition in Seattle. It was the end of the day, the sun was setting and people were not wanting to stop whilst I took my happy snaps.
Consequently I wasn’t particularly happy with any of my photos. That was until I transferred one to my phone. Oh the joy of photo editing apps… they breathe new life into anything!
It may not have happened at the end of last year as many of us had hoped and dreamed, but it will happen… eventually.
That glass ceiling will be broken by women and equality will finally rain down upon females everywhere… eventually!
This glass flower must have measured at least two-feet across the top. There was an entire room of these flowers on exhibit at the Chihuly Glass and Garden in Seattle. The lighting accentuating their color and beauty.
If only I could have brought one home. Or more importantly, if only I could have afforded to bring one home – oh how wonderful that would have been!
For something different this month, rather than editing photos of my fresh flowers, I’m going to be using flowers from the Chihuly Glass and Garden exhibition we visited in Seattle at the beginning of the year.
Chihuly’s glass is magnificent without editing. However, in this instance I couldn’t help myself by upping both the contrast and color just a smidge!🤣
Whilst we were out and about over the summer, we’d stopped for some road-works out on the highway when I noticed these glorious blooms beside us.
Was it accidental or had someone taken the time to arrange a little-something special for us all as we waited? Whatever the reason, on that sunny summer afternoon they were simply beautiful to see.
It seems almost wrong to “dirty up” a beautiful bright pink gerbera but gosh darn it, a fresh gerbera is just too hard to resist sometimes!
If what is old is new again, why can’t what is new be old?
An old photo of a pink tulip with a new look. In this age of technology there is no longer such a thing as an old photo. With a little tweaking, a filter or two, an old photo can have new life breathed into it.
Is is recycling, repurposing, or renewing? Or is it simply enjoying the beauty that always was?
Why is it flowers never look so pretty as when they are covered with fresh raindrops?
My baby petunias are hanging on for dear life as the winter winds begin blowing once again.
As is so often the case with me, I was so focused on getting a clear, closeup shot of this white Lisianthus that it wasn’t until I’d downloaded my photos that I noticed the two balls within.
It was as if there was a pair of green eyeballs looking up at me. In retrospect I’m rather glad that I didn’t notice them earlier, they’re a tad freaky!