I love photographing Peonies. When I get this close the aroma is intoxicating. It was hot, and bright, last week when I snapped this around noon.
It got even hotter this Holiday weekend. Yesterday we motorcycled Bucks. Went up river for the first stop, breakfast at the Full Moon. The phlox was all up and down the sides of the roads. Really beautiful, so when I saw Frankenfield Cover Bridge and the Phlox I asked Furm to pull over for the Featured shot. From there we took the curves to Vansant Airport. The heat was not stopping people from riding and flying. The sky was clear and blue with just a few whispy clouds. Hot but clear and not too bad in the shade.
Later in the evening the clouds of Bonnie blew in and brought a steady light rain through the evening and ultimately sent the Peonies upside down and sideways.
Working the Peony corner, I brought the clippings inside to work some more.
It was really all about the weather. It was the cold winter and the wet spring, that got them coming up white, pink and fuscia. It was Bonny’s rain that brought them down. Then they couldn’t hold themselves up so I cut them, and brought them in. On this dark and dreary day the sun offers up just enough to illuminate the peonies, iris’s and a wooden bowl full of petals.
They fill the house with a fresh scent and look pretty too.
I went to a graduation party the other day and was surprised to see the Balloon Man. And then I was intrigued, as were many of the guests. The best part was watching the young adults, the newly graduated from college, get so much joy from this entertainment, appreciate this talent, this art. Yes, I thought the Balloon Man was pretty amazing too.
The last few days Marabella has been waking me early to go out. We have seen fox and deer. This morning I decided to take my long lens just in case. And sure enough we spotted a doe. She dashed off before I could snap. We came across a log someone strategically placed, to allow crossing this small stream. It was only about 3 feet. I commanded Marabella to “walk it”. That is an agility command we have not used in a while.
She decided to JUMP IT, taking me down with my long lens out to full length. DUH! I have heard people talk about filters and how they are not necessary due to the advances with digital cameras and how they are designed to filter UV light. BUT THEY ARE NOT DESIGNED TO REMAIN SCRATCH FREE WHEN THEY DIG INTO DIRT. So glad I had mine on. That could have been the lens.
Now I have a few wishes….
I wish Marabella and I communicated better.
I wish I didn’t have a black and blue egg growing on my shin.
And I am still wishing the sun would come back out.
I have some of the best neighbors. Some fish and hunt, some educate, some keep you safe, some design and build things and some are into horses. Elizabeth and Mark host a Kentucky Derby Party every year. I decided to leave my camera home, but when I saw our host come out of the house with a chunky Canon around her neck I offered to help out. I know what it is like to try and host and shoot. But I haven’t done so with a Canon for a long while. I worked the tent with the Canon until I decided to play with these two. I needed Olympia Omde. I went home and got her.
We have a winner!
Our happy host.
Getting a little carried away with zoom effect…couldn’t help myself.
It has been raining on and off for days. Yesterday, the sky stayed grey and the atmosphere was cool and damp. No chance of a sunburn. I took the opportunity to walk away from technology and the Parkitecture Photo Voting Contest and got myself outside doing something productive. Ya, I forked up a whole lotta stinky mulch and tossed it into my front beds. Had crazy Marabella out there shaking like she was scared or maybe she was , just all coiled up like a spring waiting for a some release to go run her head off. I’m not sure which.
Any way here we are, MaraBella shaking and secured by a line to a porch post and me with a pitchfork in my hands, when a slow rolling police car with lights flashing comes into view providing escort for three guys on Harleys, 2 streaming American Flags and one a POW flag. I thought it a little odd, when nothing more followed.
A few minutes later don’t you know they were coming back this way so I ran inside for my camera.
The bikers were now being followed by a little troupe of men and women on foot. First time ever seeing anything like it on river road slowing an accumulation of cars and school buses on their way I don’t know where. The moment, I saw the men in fatigues, the current political climate flashed across my mind, and a sense of foreboding rattled my body. I shouted out, “Where are you coming from”? The answer from a young man in the rear, wearing the fatigues, “Washington Crossing”. And I had to wonder …who are these folks, and what’s blooming here.
I guess you can say that even when it rains, perhaps even more so, the garden inspires. I have been thinking about TEXTURE for #dogwoodweek18. I was drawn to the white and yellow beard, and take liberty in calling a sepal a tongue……
Another rainy day and I sure would rather conjure up poetry and play with images, then conduct Monday morning chores; laundry, dust, vacuum, and get some groceries.