In a hammered aluminum pitcher and afternoon light.
Alstroemeria or Lily of the Incas
Sometimes you need to brighten up your surroundings
Tag: bouquet
Valentine’s Day
Took this shot at home last week
Different Angles on the Same Bouquet
Photography is all about the light as you know
Recently I photographed the discarded Christmas Tree along the sidewalk and the direction of light made a significant difference.
Found these two photos taken in NYC at my sisters apartment which illustrate the exact same concept. Moving around for the overall light is one result but the first one in the mottled light gives a dramatic shadow and a whole different feel.
Ambience/Ambiance: Weekly Photo Challenge
It was Margie over at Fueled by Chocolate blog who alerted me to the two possibilities of spelling and inspired the title of this post and Jeff Golenski at WordPress challenged bloggers to post a photo illustrating ambience.
And then my neighbor, Joaquin, is always encouraging me to make photographs with the things I have in my home. I took his advice tonight and thought I might do a whole series of ambience/ambiance- creating still lifes to lift my spirits.
I definitely lifted my mood by creating this little scene. My original intent was to show the tulips in the hammered aluminum pitcher but since I have been knitting all week I went to my living room bookshelf and found the rabbit figurines waiting to be photographed. Oh and I pulled out the good camera instead of the phone today. It’s that wonderful Canon 50mm 1.2 L series lens that allowed me to take the shot with scant light.
“Ambience is the atmosphere of one’s surrounding environment. It basically boils down to how one’s surroundings impact the human senses and alter the feelings of an individual. Things like light, temperature, smell, sound, and sometimes taste, all work together to create ambience. The term ambience usually refers to a positive atmosphere that uplifts a person’s mood. As an example, one might say, “Wow, this place has real ambience!”
Summer Bouquets
Love to all, near and far.
Wordless Wednesday
Mother’s Day Night
This pretty bouquet traveled from Pittsburgh to Ohio in the car. A friend brought it to my doorstep the other day. I’ve been thinking about her a lot this weekend.
Since I was going visiting family, I couldn’t leave the flowers in Pittsburgh. They were so colorful.
Sunday afternoon, I put them on Laura’s front porch to photograph their beauty.
I thought how much my mom would have enjoyed them.
Grateful for those who have gone on before and all those here on earth with us now.
Thanks M.A.
“Mother’s Day is a celebration honoring the mother of the family, as well as motherhood, maternal bonds, and the influence of mothers in society.” Wikipedia
Winter’s Antidote
Winter’s antidote.
My sister said she’d gotten some pussy willows to hang the wooden rabbit ornaments on and I’d just written a reply to a comment from Stef,
I can’t wait to post signs of Spring.
Silent Sunday
It’s How They Unfurl So Beautifully
They amaze me, the velvet flowers. Roses.
I’ve never grown them but I hear it can be difficult to do so.
My mother had red climbing ones all over the backyard fence in New Jersey. My sister has taken me to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden to see the wonderful specimens with memorable names. “With over 5,000 bushes of more than 1,200 kinds of roses, the Cranford Rose Garden features one of the largest collections of rose cultivars in North America.”
In 1977, my father took Mark as a toddler in the stroller to the cemetery at Old St. Mary’s Church on South 4th St. In addition to the historic gravestones there were old fashioned roses everywhere.
I like roses at every stage – bud to all-the-way-falling-off petals.
Last week it was lush blue and white hydrangeas which I shared with my daughter at the hospital, the blue for birth of a boy seemed perfect. They were a great background for the food pusher post the other day. This past Saturday, it was white hydrangeas combined with pale pink roses.
At each wedding I was given lovely flowers to take home. I brought this bouquet from the reception back to Ohio.
As I carried it in from the car, I noticed the roses had opened.
You can savor the celebrations as you admire the blooms.
Plus, the scent of them reminds me of my grandmother who worked in the florist shop in Lincoln Illinois when I was a kid.
Photographed with iPhone6 just now.
