the last blush of autumn on the hydrangea
soft
and fleeting -
like a
morning kiss . . .
object #4 and random pics
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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26 comments:
So lovely
I love hydrangeas...and my you are an old romantic aren't you...
Happy days
Hydrangeas are so sad when they're fading, the way the color melts away from them. It's as if they express all my wishes of hibernation and withdrawal in this season. Of course, once there's a bit of white on the ground I'll be out and about in it; the hydrangeas won't be back until spring.
Have a good day!
What lovely imagery. The autumn blush of rose, just the softness and color of a gentle morning kiss. That is so beautiful, Steven. And the paper-thin gold parchment of the elderly stopping to smile.
I like that, Steven - you could add my rosebuds to that photograph. PS I quite like morning kisses too!
thankyou kathleen. steven
well delwyn yes i am - unabashedly so!!! i always have been. have a lovely day. steven
hello nanu - i love the colours of their decline. the golds, russets, browns, tans, and the slight pink blush shown here. the sad i feel in this transition is usually connected to the change in smells, sounds (no rustling leaves), and the pulling in of nature as it prepares for the winter but . . . yes the snow that will eventually fall is something to look forward to - in some respects. have a peaceful day. steven
thankyou so much margaret - gosh i should have had you write the words for this posting!!!! have a lovely day. steven
hello weaver - i'll nip over and have a look at your rosebuds. have a lovely day in the dale. steven
I don't believe in endings, only changings... your photo could be that motto
There is beauty everywhere and in every season, if we know how to look.
And you, steven, certainly do.
hello pauline - i see transitions / changings and not endings as well. have a peaceful day. steven
hi barry - my own way of seeing the world has always been to know that beauty is subjective at the surface level but is present in all things if you see below the surface. thankyou for your very kind comment barry. steven
I loved seeing a photo like this. Due to the soil content, my hydrangeas are blue and one is deep purple in nature.
And they bring out the sentimental fool in me. As a little girl, we picked them as "bridal bouquets" for our pretend weddings. Which, ironically, we seemed to carry out with a groom. ;)
Yes, they do so go from robust and vivid to paper thin and fragile. A constant reminder of the cycle of life.
I am still waiting for leaves to change as you enjoy the last sliver of color before winter.
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Hmmm, that should've been "without" a groom. None of the boys would cooperate. :)
I love coming to your blog for a dose of your deep sanity in seeing beauty wherever you look. It's inspiring for me to read your blog and it helps me do the same...for the world is truly immensely beautiful...particularly in the the places it's not supposed to be pretty.
hi dan, thanks very much for this very generous and thoughtful comment. the beauty on the surface - and the ugliness - are doorways to the love that connects all things. i choose to focus on the beautiful because it's where i'm comfortable and my sense is that it's kore easily understood. have a peaceful day out there. steven
hello pauline - i can remember "weddings" as a little boy and houses made out of piles of leaves shaped like a floorplan!! rehearsals! have a lovely day. steven
hello jenny stevning - and 'round the world the flowers are blooming, it's warm warm warm and the only snow is in the freezer!!! have a lovely day. steven
hi golden west - they're amazing from start to finish. the transitions are as beautiful - if you allow them to be as the flower in full-bloom. have a lovely day out there. steven
willow thankyou very much they so very are!!! steven
Snow in the freezer!!!! Forever in my mind now. Thank you, thank you! I have snow. xoxo
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