I so identify with your description of the pine pollen, and your wondering if you will simply be mulch for a tree. That's exactly how it feels when everything is dusted yellow with pollen!
Thanks Sarah. With the dry weather the pollen has been especially noticeable. Perhaps like so many other flowering trees and shrubs pine is also experiencing a good year for flowers. In a previous spring I walked past a line of pine trees and saw a yellow mist lift as their branches were agitated by the breeze.
I do love those low level macro images of flowers - so beautiful, makes me feel almost lilliputian! I’m just catching up so I hope you’re feeling much better now
Thank you Lin. Yes, sometimes I feel like Gulliver walking here! Sleep, cleaner air; just waiting for the energy to return (and still fighting the feeling of ‘should be doing’). Patience can be difficult!
Lovely, lovely, lovely. Hope you are well rested by now and ready to take even more awe-inspiring photos of nature. Thank you for your beautiful words.
So beautiful -- the images, poetry, words. The pulmonary gap is a phrase that pulls me in -- and that tug between rest and hitting the wall ... so resonant.
Thank you so much Yasmin. Yes, a better night last night—in a funny way I’m grateful to the tickle in my throat without which the first set of lines would not have come to be. I have been meaning to thank you for your recommendation—it means a lot to me and I’m grateful.
Beautiful images Michela and such a delicate and pretty flower. I love the really low viewpoint that makes you feel as if you are tiny and inside the undergrowth.
Thanks so much Gill. It was such a delight to find them here the first year—I’d never even seen a picture of them—and I look forward to seeing them each time. I suspect they are tougher than they look; the leaves can persist and turn reddish by autumn. I love taking photos at ground level though my body less so!
A beautiful flower. I love your description and photos- but please rest and get well! I too read the amazing piece about Jean Cooke. I love her paintings, but was so shocked at her story. I had heard of her brutal husband, but not of Jean. I am glad to know of her now. What a talent. Heartbreaking what she endured in her marriage. Yet still she painted so beautifully.
Thank you Linda. The tickle is finally clearing and sleep returning. I found Deborah’s account so moving that reading it was compulsive, and wondered what else might have been possible if she had not married him.
I continue to find both your words and images beguiling even when you’re under the weather. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Dave.
I so identify with your description of the pine pollen, and your wondering if you will simply be mulch for a tree. That's exactly how it feels when everything is dusted yellow with pollen!
Thanks Sarah. With the dry weather the pollen has been especially noticeable. Perhaps like so many other flowering trees and shrubs pine is also experiencing a good year for flowers. In a previous spring I walked past a line of pine trees and saw a yellow mist lift as their branches were agitated by the breeze.
I do love those low level macro images of flowers - so beautiful, makes me feel almost lilliputian! I’m just catching up so I hope you’re feeling much better now
Thank you Lin. Yes, sometimes I feel like Gulliver walking here! Sleep, cleaner air; just waiting for the energy to return (and still fighting the feeling of ‘should be doing’). Patience can be difficult!
Lovely, lovely, lovely. Hope you are well rested by now and ready to take even more awe-inspiring photos of nature. Thank you for your beautiful words.
You’re welcome Cheryl, so good to know that you enjoyed this.My body is still telling me to listen, but I’m getting there, thank you.
It's like a fairy's eye view of nature. Magical.
I hadn’t thought of that but yes—or a mouse perhaps! Thanks Lisa.
Sending gentle restful energies across the oceans to you Michela 💚
Thank you Gaye!
Arctic starflower!!! I love it. Wishing you a gentle period of rest 💚
Sure beats chickweed wintergreen! Thanks Rebecca.
Eloquent and timely words. Great photos as always.
Thanks very much Debbie.
That second to last picture is stunning. Also, this must be the most poetic way I've ever heard someone say "I'm sick" 😂 get well soon!
It’s my favourite too. As soon as I spotted the fly I had to see what was possible. That made me laugh too, thank you Sophie!
Feek better soon, I think the beauty was worth it!?
Thanks Leslie. Getting some sleep now, so feeling happier. Yes, it’s hard to stay away when you know what you’re missing.
So beautiful -- the images, poetry, words. The pulmonary gap is a phrase that pulls me in -- and that tug between rest and hitting the wall ... so resonant.
Huge thanks for sharing my post too. xx
Thank you Jan. It’s funny how our minds repeatedly chew over things until something surfaces! Delighted to be able to share your lovely piece.
Your words stop me in my tracks. Your photographs are amazingly beautiful.
I enjoyed reading this today, and hope you are feeling a little better by now, Michela.
Thank you so much Yasmin. Yes, a better night last night—in a funny way I’m grateful to the tickle in my throat without which the first set of lines would not have come to be. I have been meaning to thank you for your recommendation—it means a lot to me and I’m grateful.
Beautiful images Michela and such a delicate and pretty flower. I love the really low viewpoint that makes you feel as if you are tiny and inside the undergrowth.
Thanks so much Gill. It was such a delight to find them here the first year—I’d never even seen a picture of them—and I look forward to seeing them each time. I suspect they are tougher than they look; the leaves can persist and turn reddish by autumn. I love taking photos at ground level though my body less so!
Arctic Starflower..mm, a name as lovely as your images of it💚
Thanks Ralph. Aren’t they delightful flowers?
Arctic starflower 🤍
It’s a beautiful name for them. Thanks Matthew.
A beautiful flower. I love your description and photos- but please rest and get well! I too read the amazing piece about Jean Cooke. I love her paintings, but was so shocked at her story. I had heard of her brutal husband, but not of Jean. I am glad to know of her now. What a talent. Heartbreaking what she endured in her marriage. Yet still she painted so beautifully.
Thank you Linda. The tickle is finally clearing and sleep returning. I found Deborah’s account so moving that reading it was compulsive, and wondered what else might have been possible if she had not married him.