I enjoyed the magic of white wildflowers. By the way, I think I have something you might enjoy — photos from my garden (my latest post: A Photographer’s Wish).
Apologies if I came across as too forward. It’s not my intention to chase views.
I’m not sure how I’ve ended up a fortnight behind and can only apologise for the lateness of my comment. A wonderful post as always, I love your tendency to softness that you carry off with such skill. It’s not something I can do so I don’t mind admitting to being a little envious but it’s always a joy to see. Thank you for sharing.
No apology needed Dave—I am behind with my reading too, including your latest posts! It’s always a pleasure to know that you enjoy these. It’s taken me a while to become comfortable with softness—I used to have to have maximum depth of field etc, etc. I think it comes from photographing water for so long, playing with movement and distortion. For the first couple of years here I used a compact in place of my usual macro, shooting wide open at maximum zoom, and just keeping a part of the composition sharp. Eventually the softness developed a life of its own, and while I’m often back with the macro, I work the same way, looking through plants at low level. As my own focus is limited to about 6 inches, there’s a certain serendipity to it all!
A beautiful post as always Michela. I listen first, then I read in case I have missed anything! I love your photos. Yes, there are white wildflowers everywhere suddenly. I am enjoying the frothy cow parsley right now, though its not yet quite reached its peak, and the contrast between the starry white stitchwort flowers amongst bluebells. This spring is the most stunning for flowers that I can remember.
Yes I think the wet year followed by a mild winter must have something to do with it. This spring feels like the most fabulous for flowers that I can recall. It’s been the driest for 69 years though apparently- so if we don’t get any sustained rainfall soon I think we will be talking about drought!
Thank you Linda. I was just looking at your photos of hawthorn and thinking that like the gorse it is smothered with flower. Last year’s wet weather bonus perhaps? A milder winter?
A beautiful gentle post Michela and such soft tones in your images. I always think of this time as the whitening - here the wood anemones are still hanging on as the wild garlic enters it's peak in the ancient woodland, white bluebells dot the blue haze and the Mayflower is already nearing its' peak...such a lovely time to be in nature.
Thanks Lin. I know the yellow flowers are so important for the bees and butterflies but agree that there is something special about the white (the whitening is a lovely way to describe it). I think there are more wood anemones after last year’s rain, though it is now bone dry. No hawthorn in flower yet, but I’m sure it won’t be long.
Thank you Debbie. I’ve not really noticed those white bluebells before, in an area where we cut down some wild raspberries, but I hope they increase, and evade the attentions of the rabbits and deer who certainly browse the leaves of the blues.
I'm honoured and touched to be cited, Michela 🙏 Thank you... As ever, I got lost in the best possible way, in your words and images. They're like delicious half-dreaming, half-awake moments...
Oh that's interesting, Michela! I will try that with others’ writing 🙏I sometimes read mine aloud before publishing, gives you a better idea of the flow, doesn't it…
Thank you Shital. They are my favourites too, and make me want to run out and try for more. Not that I really need extra photos, but you will know the feeling!
I enjoyed the magic of white wildflowers. By the way, I think I have something you might enjoy — photos from my garden (my latest post: A Photographer’s Wish).
Apologies if I came across as too forward. It’s not my intention to chase views.
I just thought you might find some joy in it.
Greetings :)
Thank you Davor. And you are right — your words definitely resonate with me. I’m glad to see your post.
Thanks, Michela:)
I’m not sure how I’ve ended up a fortnight behind and can only apologise for the lateness of my comment. A wonderful post as always, I love your tendency to softness that you carry off with such skill. It’s not something I can do so I don’t mind admitting to being a little envious but it’s always a joy to see. Thank you for sharing.
No apology needed Dave—I am behind with my reading too, including your latest posts! It’s always a pleasure to know that you enjoy these. It’s taken me a while to become comfortable with softness—I used to have to have maximum depth of field etc, etc. I think it comes from photographing water for so long, playing with movement and distortion. For the first couple of years here I used a compact in place of my usual macro, shooting wide open at maximum zoom, and just keeping a part of the composition sharp. Eventually the softness developed a life of its own, and while I’m often back with the macro, I work the same way, looking through plants at low level. As my own focus is limited to about 6 inches, there’s a certain serendipity to it all!
A beautiful post as always Michela. I listen first, then I read in case I have missed anything! I love your photos. Yes, there are white wildflowers everywhere suddenly. I am enjoying the frothy cow parsley right now, though its not yet quite reached its peak, and the contrast between the starry white stitchwort flowers amongst bluebells. This spring is the most stunning for flowers that I can remember.
That doesn’t surprise me. It is bone dry up here. Where the cliff top paths edge the fields they vary from dry and dusty to cracked.
Hmm. Bit worrying! Is there a wildfire risk where you are?
There were warnings in the hills recently.
Yes I think the wet year followed by a mild winter must have something to do with it. This spring feels like the most fabulous for flowers that I can recall. It’s been the driest for 69 years though apparently- so if we don’t get any sustained rainfall soon I think we will be talking about drought!
Thank you Linda. I was just looking at your photos of hawthorn and thinking that like the gorse it is smothered with flower. Last year’s wet weather bonus perhaps? A milder winter?
Michela! What a gorgeous piece, and I am so honored by your kind words. Thank you!!
Thank you Marya. I’m so glad Sarah introduced me to you!
A beautiful gentle post Michela and such soft tones in your images. I always think of this time as the whitening - here the wood anemones are still hanging on as the wild garlic enters it's peak in the ancient woodland, white bluebells dot the blue haze and the Mayflower is already nearing its' peak...such a lovely time to be in nature.
Thanks Lin. I know the yellow flowers are so important for the bees and butterflies but agree that there is something special about the white (the whitening is a lovely way to describe it). I think there are more wood anemones after last year’s rain, though it is now bone dry. No hawthorn in flower yet, but I’m sure it won’t be long.
A lovely observant meditation as always Michela. Gorgeous photos.
Thank you Debbie. I’ve not really noticed those white bluebells before, in an area where we cut down some wild raspberries, but I hope they increase, and evade the attentions of the rabbits and deer who certainly browse the leaves of the blues.
Beautiful. Fingers crossed!
I'm honoured and touched to be cited, Michela 🙏 Thank you... As ever, I got lost in the best possible way, in your words and images. They're like delicious half-dreaming, half-awake moments...
You are so welcome Lizzie. I realised too how much I enjoyed reading your words aloud, and those of the two other posts I shared!
Oh that's interesting, Michela! I will try that with others’ writing 🙏I sometimes read mine aloud before publishing, gives you a better idea of the flow, doesn't it…
The last three images are beautiful Michela
Thank you Shital. They are my favourites too, and make me want to run out and try for more. Not that I really need extra photos, but you will know the feeling!
What a beautiful post I really enjoyed it and appreciated your joy of spring
Thank you Paul, that’s so kind of you.