About this time last year, I was already overwhelmed. The profusion of color in an Appalachian spring made me dizzy.
It still does. [See also the cloud tag - click on flowers]
Even the blooms that I know well, such as the Carolina allspice above, seem new when I see them in a different setting, different angle, different stage of blossoming, or at a different time of day…
Plus, I have the delights of my 50mm lens (purchased used from a dear friend) and a reversing ring. Most of these shots were with that ancient lens.
Like this wild geranium:
The Catesby’s trilliums have grown in number, though still unusual enough to warrant a close look:
And then a new drooping trillium that I do not recall ever seeing before – —!
Be still my foolish heart…. and there is a native azalea:
And just for that final perfect color contrast, the glory of a crested iris.
Best of all – I came home and discovered a flurry of them in my own yard, clinging in their rooted web to the side of the steep bank next to the natural water drainage.
Flowers like these make me feel like a little kid. Better than a carnival. Hooray!
