For Christmas I decided to make a painting for Hannah in the style that she does most of her drawings in. It’s not an easy style for me, but I attempted it anyway. I started with some drawings and then decided on this floral design. It was fun to try and draw in her style and add my own touch as it went along.
Another day of shooting for the Ecolab and there are so many wildflowers still blooming. I came up on this patch of what I think is Swamp Aster (I could be wrong, I’m very new to learning the plants) and found it full of bumblebees. They were buzzing along like it was summer and not late mid October. Of course I had to stop and get a few shots of them.
I love these flowers. They are such a simple, but beautiful summer flower. They are everywhere, brightening up the world around them. They are strong and they spread. I don’t think you could kill these flowers if you wanted to. I also love the cycle they present. Bright yellow, full of life, to dying brown petals to naked heads of seed. Full of life and death. But even when they are dead they still carry life. They have the seeds for next years flowers and the seeds to keep creatures alive through winter. Life and Death all bundled up in a pretty yellow flower.
I’ve always been drawn to abandoned & forgotten places. I wanna know the story. What was here before, how did it become forgotten and what’s next?
A few places have given me the creeps, but most of the time it’s intriguing to look around and take photos of someone’s past.
This particular photo was taken of an old farm house off a numbered country road. The broken window with a lace wild flower growing in front, caught my attention.
*SideNote* Lilly & Oliver often go with me to shoot photos, definitely if I’m not feeling well in case something happens. As I’m knee deep in wild flowers again, in front of this old abandoned farm house, Lilly jumps in the front seat and honks the horn scaring the piss out of me.
The brick in this photo is that of an old school that is still partially standing, off a road where I’ve driven the pavement thin. Standing tall in the golden sunlight, this beautiful single flower. Growing among falling bricks & crumbling memories. Perfect within imperfections.
Reminder that what was will never be. Its up to us to see the beauty.
‘Go find a new rose, don’t be afraid of thorns, cause we all have thorns.’
Roses. I’ve never been a fan. I’m not sure why. Maybe the lack of uniqueness they have, or the popularity they live in. Any rate, they have a beautiful vibrant floral look. Classy & strong. The thorns, they are hidden. Hidden beneath the beauty and strength in a world where they are already considered beautifully perfect. We use roses to symbolize love and beauty. Its all too obvious why.