Petals of white satin guard the stairway. As I make my way up, their feathery ends sway in the wind, draping the earth like a wedding gown train. Pillars of amber rise above the entrance to touch the sky. As I enter and take a seat, I see soft silk brushes, painting the clouds with gold. I am in awe, and then suddenly I realize… I am home.
Garden Art Bon Appétit Another Garden Art image, featuring a touch of gourmet. Out in the garden We can see, touch, smell and taste Little surprises
Garden Art: Flor de pepino I’m always nagging on myself to go visit exotic places and see new things. In rebellion (I don’t like being nagged), and contrary to my own advice, I decided that what I really need to do is be present and see the beauty that’s in front of me—right here, right now. I’m going to work on a new series; Garden Art, and this is the first in the collection. It’s a cucumber flower in our backyard garden.
Flowers are the music of the ground From earth’s lips spoken without sound; Flowers are as music, silent, deep Oxlyps, marigolds, music men keep In pots and vases, beds and jars Music as though they were bundles of stars! Excerpt from Flowers, by Edwin Curran
Not everything is black and white.
Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance. – Coco Chanel
This morning I heard rustling and chirping in the garden and saw a little white bird hopping from flower to flower. I must have a thing for wings because as soon I saw the wing on this shot I knew that I had to make it work. The bird was very tiny and I was too far away, so it took quite a bit of tinkering, but at least the wind stands out.
One small positive thought in the morning can change your whole day.