Snowdrops (Part 1)
Spring music; played by little bells in white, a well of warmth despite cold air. Each year they do appear, to persevere where orange-colored skies collide.
Enjoying nature and photography.
Spring music; played by little bells in white, a well of warmth despite cold air. Each year they do appear, to persevere where orange-colored skies collide.
Light flows through the leaves deep shadows hide beneath: A lonely flower blooms and shines, the only one, and it declines as soon as signs of spring disperse, and winter reigns again.
Small and quick, he hauls his loot, cuts through the light, speeds through my sight, lifts off, his flight insouciant.
Light is everything in photography. It shapes the scene and provides a sense of time and place. Depending on the direction of light in relation to the camera, the same subject can change its color, form, feeling, and essence.
Blurry shapes are stirred around, mixed in motion, give a notion of the hidden world above. Day and night are intertwined and realigned by breathing air: a little water love affair.