Ooh, Shiny!

What stops me in my tracks? Flowers! All sorts of blooms. I can spend hours and hours photographing them. Here’s the proof.

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Focus

This is what happens when I am overly focus

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Surprise

Joseph Addison once said: “Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed.” That’s why I love gardens and gardening, because what you plant is not what always comes out the ground; there is always some surprises in the making, some twists, some varieties. Anyone who has a garden knows that plants have their own minds and grow and stand where they please. And it doesn’t stop there. When you have a garden, you have visitors and they have their own surprises in petto. Not always in a nice way perhaps but C’est la vie. 

 

The Color Of Spring

When a moment in front of me appears to be particularly special, whether it be by beauty or experience, I capture it. I usually find a reason to justify taking that photo – symmetry, or color, or contrast – and it’s my hope that my photography sheds light onto what I see and do on a daily basis.

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

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?