There's an exquisite late blooming iris outside my window. It catches the precious dewey light and as everything around it is dying back, grabs the spotlight at any time of day. It's a quiet reminder that not only is it never too late, but later might even be . . .
Catching the dawn dancing in raindrops has to be one of the happiest experiences for a natural light photographer. Anyone can take these kind of photos and I guarantee that even trying to capture light in this way will bring you into a joyful and magical world. Ever . . .
Wild Foxgloves appear in a new place each year, especially some old patch that has been recently cleared. A corner of rocky earth suddenly gives birth to an abundance of the most exotic of our wildflowers. They nestle under trees and festoon the hedgerows. They peep . . .
After the devastation of the storm, the tree may be gone but the crocuses are still blooming unharmed beneath it...... . . .
I could see from the window that the Purple Loosestrife was blooming profusely in the bog field. Every day as I ran out the door to complete my week's work I held the image in my heart and waited for the opportunity. (Am not too bad at delayed gratification after all these . . .