We had gone to Roche Brothers in Downtown Crossing for some early morning grocery shopping. Not having had breakfast, we bought a snack in their fast food area and sat down outside to eat it, when out of the blue came a roving street preacher. He didn’t stay long but his decibel level left a very strong impression.
It’s going to be over 90 degrees with high humidity again today. This little girl sitting by the edge of the Frog Pond is obviously soaked. My guess is she’s enjoying it very much.
A tomato slice, that’s all.
Or is it?
Looking closely, really closely, at something changes the object. I’ll have a hard time explaining this but essentially what I mean is that things are shape shifters and depend on how you’re feeling at a particular time and what perspective the object presents to you changes the your opinion of it.
My new macro lens’ view of a dying tulip demonstrates, at least somewhat, what I trying to convey.
Closeups are new to me. Here is my first one taken with an Olympus 60mm macro lens.
I find there’s something enormously powerful about flowers if one takes time to look at them closely.
“Tulips shyly smiling, greet the spring
Tightly closed when at
First we meet
Tulips slowly opening, begin to sing
No longer shy, as days grow longer,
Raising their heads
They begin to flirt
Tulips dressed in many a color
Each floral skirt
Tulips, brazen painted hussies,
Part their bright lips trying to seduce
The busy buzzing bees
Far too bold for dainty tussies
Vibrant Tulip flowers produce
Visions certain to please “
Do NOT mess with me!
She yanked a low hanging branch around her shoulder to give her shot the proper background. Not great for the tree but it must have really helped the final result. Plenty of reds to be sure.
There is no easy way to title this photograph. The figures in at are a total disconnect. On the right six women seem to be engaged in some sort of project while on the left a girl with a red shirt and sox swings wildly from a tree branch.
It doesn’t make any sense.
I love it!
I never saw what she was pointing at, but the wall and their postures were the real story. The picture is even somewhat out of focus but I don’t care. The color was too good to ignore.