The death throes of summer make for great art! Even though I don’t want summer to be over . . . I’m really not looking forward to our typical winter weather of -30-something Celcius . . . it is affording me more artistic opportunities.
I shot this in my studio, using hand-painted backgrounds (last winter’s project). In the background, there is a petal-less sunflower . . . those are it’s petals in the foreground. They fell off when I took it out of the vase. The clouds kept interfering with my diffuse natural light, so I used a $20 “trouble” light from Canadian Tire with a 60w daylight bulb. It does an awesome job of simulating sunshine, I think.
After a few adjustments in Lighroom, I ran it through Photoshop to add the texture – which is from 2 Lil Owls. And Presto! Fall Art.
For all those needing a little extra positivity in life, here’s a postively beautiful sunflower – not a traditional one, but then, these are not traditional or normal times. Hope this makes you smile! Thanks for visiting.
“We must try not to sink beneath our anguish . . . but battle on.” – Albus Dumbledore
The lone peony . . . looks a bit like the Sydney Opera House from this angle, doesn’t it? I had such fun photographing this beautiful specimen. Even though I had to contort myself into uncomfortable positions to get some of the shots . . . unlike in the studio, where I can just move the flower. Wasn’t moving this one, or taking it off the bush. It’s the only peony I’ve ever grown! And I want to enjoy it as long as possible!
Here is my entry to Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge. The theme this week is trees or tree parts. I took these first two last fall, during one of our super-fun periods of restrictions, when there wasn’t a whole lot to do, except walk around in the backyard and take photos. Luckily, our backyard is actually a farm.
This last picture is from a camping trip we took to the Okanagan-Shuswap in 2014. I absolutely love the Birch bark, and how it just curls off the trees. When I was a little girl and we lived in Ottawa, I remember peeling this stuff off the trees and attempting to write on it, because we’d learned something at school about the First Nations and how they used the natural materials around them for a variety of purposes. The idea of writing on Birch bark captured my 9-year-old imagination.