Some pink roses from today’s walk for Cee’s Mid-week Madness: Pink.
A little mid-week madness.
First I thought of roses:
Then I thought of irises:
Then I saw this little sparrow:
This is an interesting rose that changes color and tone as it ages. The tiny drops of not quite rain (it was more a heavy enough mist that it was yielding to gravity than rain) create an interesting texture. That is more noticeable in the black and whites, especially the inverted one, than the color.
As I seem to often do I seem to think about perspective as how you look at something. Since I’ve been focusing on black and white processing this past month or so it is becoming second nature to turn a photo black and white at some point as I work with it.
May has been a peculiar month. Warm and cold, sunny and rainy. The news of the day combined with the weather made me think about a poem I learned in my French class in high school:
Il pleure dans mon coeur,
Comme il pleut sur la ville…Guillaume Apollinaire
Translated: it is crying in my heart like it is raining on the city. The weather was gloomy and wet, suiting the gloom in the news.
I took these photos yesterday. I’ve often thought that May and June are really seasons of their own, not really part of spring and summer. May is iris season and June is rose season. Summer in the Puget Sound region really doesn’t start until July. This little gallery shows what’s in bloom right now on the cusp of the change, with raindrops to represent the tears so many have had to shed this month.
My wish is that you and yours can stay safe and sane as the storms rage about us. May your season of the rose be blessed.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day and Wordless Wednesday
I sometimes think that June should be its own season, at least around here, it is usually rather chilly, often times colder and grayer than May, but the weather is perfect for roses.
June is a very rosy month around here. I have a few bushes in my yard but some of my neighbors go all out. There is one lady who has roses climbing high up into her evergreen trees. I used to think of her (since I don’t know her name) as the crazy rose lady…but then I realized she probably really should be called the sane rose lady. Her yard is a bit overgrown, it’s not unkempt or neglected, just very alive, but the smell of roses greets you from a block away.
From this morning’s dog walk, for Cee’s Flower of the Day.