The Quabbin Blues

Went out to Quabbin with Dawn a few Sundays back, it must have been the muggiest, hottest day to date, it was so tempting to jump right in the reservoir to cool off, but you can't swim there because it's drinking water for parts of Eastern Massachusetts, (we both agreed to only go there on cooler days, when the water wouldn't be so tempting) We bushwhacked our way through the deer trails searching for small treasures to photograph, I think we both came home with some nice shots and also a few ticks (Yuck! those things sure creep me out!)

Alyssum

In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful.

~Abram L. Urban

My, What Big Teeth You Have!

Daisies are my favorite flower, but the buds sorta creep me out! : )

Sweet William

Wasn't to sure about using B&W for a flower photo, but as I was messing around in PS with this shot of a Sweet William I removed the color and was amazed at the change. I found it showed off a little more depth & detail than with color. Change is good : )

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Continuity gives us roots; change gives us branches, letting us stretch and grow and reach new heights.

~Pauline R. Kezer

Young 'un

I've been kind of slacking on my posting lately, not for lack of photos, plenty of those : )
Trying to get the gardens all in order so that I can just sit back and enjoy them...and with all the rain here in New England I think my flowers are all going to drown : (
Also have another family member addicted to photography, my niece, (Emilys Mom) : ) wanted to learn her camera better so that she could take nice photos of Emily, well it seems my niece has become addicted to macro, and flowers seem to be her first target...now I wonder who the heck she inherited that from, lol : )
So if you all have some time, go check out her photos! I know you want to, lol Fields of Heather

Iris Dream

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Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
~Lydia M. Child

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