Yellow Flowers

Nothing reminds me more of Summer than the color of yellow. No wonder the Sun is yellow, Smiley is yellow and if you want to represents happy, you cannot do better than yellow. Yellow flowers are like physical manifestations of sunlight.

 

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Transition

For this week’s challenge, share an image that depicts transition. Let life itself be your muse.

My garden in all seasons…

 

My Suburban Garden

I have a love hate relationship with landscaped garden. I find it lacking of imagination and freedom to be creative. Though the plants within the boundaries might varied, the overall picture and design look the same year after year. In other word: boring.

On the other hand, it is easy to maintain and economically wise. Looks clean and neat and easy on the eye.

Spring And Summer

 

 

Autumn

 

 

Winter

Trio

The Rule of Three is a principle used in various aspects of design. People incorporate it in photography (rule of thirds) architecture, interior and graphic design. The basic idea of the rule is that details and objects that are arranged or grouped in odd numbers are more appealing, memorable, and effective than even-numbered pairings. While it is easier to create symmetry by balancing elements in twos, odd numbers create harmony and force movement and visual interest.

The Rule of Three is a writing principle also that suggests that things that come in threes are inherently funnier, more satisfying, or more effective than other numbers of things. But that’s for another post. 

The images below are different examples of trio I selected for you. All taken by yours truly. Enjoy.

Trio of Bikers

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Trio Of Clematis Flowers

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Trio of windmills

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Trio of images

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Trio of singers

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Trio of small fountains

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Trio of horses all in different colors

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Trio of  tiny eye catching flowers

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And finally, a double trio of lighted orbs I found in garden center

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I hope you have enjoyed viewing the selection. Till next week.

Golden Hour

The sunset faded and blended from pink to peach to mango in a smoothie in the sky. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.

Victory

The Breathtaking view from the top…

Weekly Photo Challenge

Hiking

TEUFELSSCHLUCHT, GERMANY

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The Hills Of Tossa

Perhaps you have seen already this charming small Catalan coastal town on travel brochures, in friends and families holiday photographs or maybe you have been there together with your love one on your honeymoon trip or to celebrate your wedding anniversary or to just simply soak in the Spanish sun and culture. If you did, then you’re among the lucky ones for it is really a privilege to walk on the cobbled streets, see so much history and climb the hilltops and be rewarded with that breathtaking view across the Mediterranean sea.

My Cottage Garden

“I don’t like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It’s just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.”

~ Walt Disney

A passage from the Secret Garden said: “

Sometimes since I’ve been in the garden I’ve looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden – in all the places.”

It’s true isn’t it?