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Tag: garden
And Thanks for All the Flowers
“Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
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Rules of the Garden
Enjoy the sun. Relax. Mow the lawn. Harvest the fruits. Rake the beds. Invite your friends.
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Signs
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xMacro Monday
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See How They Run
Nancy at A Photo a Week asked for a photo or two with unexpected point of focus this week.
On Sundays, I sometimes take my camera on a run and take photos along the way. I have to be fast and the autofocus doesn’t always understand that it is about the people I’m with. The results are often unexpected.
And autofocus is usually not thinking like I am thinking when I spot something behind a fence.
Although the effect is not always the worst.
A Photo a Week: Unexpected Focus
Instant colour
I enjoy flowers. I enjoy gardens.
I do not enjoy gardening nor do I have a green thumb.
But in spring pansies and forget-me-nots are a fast way to fake it.
Linked to the On the Hunt for Joy Challenge: Start a garden.
My, how you have grown!
That’s the last photo on my SC card for March. A parting shot of the magnolia tree in our back yard before turning in for the day.
It was planted seven years ago and is going from strength to strength.
That’s vor Bushboy’s Last on the Card.
Garden
Behind the fence there is a garden with a stall selling drinks and snacks.
Linked to Simply Snaps: Simply Garden.
Go forth, my heart, and seek delight
Linked to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Gardens.
The title is the English translation of a German church hymn, written by Paul Gerhardt and published in 1653:
Geh aus mein Herz und suche Freud
Go forth, my heart, and seek delight
In all the gifts of God’s great might,
These pleasant summer hours:
Look how the plains for thee and me
Have decked themselves most fair to see,
All bright and sweet with flowers.
The trees stand thick and dark with leaves,
And earth o’er all here dust now weaves
A robe of living green;
Nor silks of Solomon compare
With glories that the tulips wear,
Or lilies’ spotless sheen.
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