Saturday, April 15, 2017

“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

~ William Wordsworth, I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud

For some reason I find it challenging to shoot daffodils. Sure, I can get an image of them the same as I can any other flower, but photography for me is just as much about feeling as it is creating a photo that looks nice. While I love the sunny cheerfulness of daffodils they just don’t seem to speak to me the way other flowers do.

Yesterday I pulled out my 60mm macro lens and found something sweet in simply getting closer.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I find that with people, I find something sweet when I get a little closer.

    1. Yes, exactly, Tamara!!

  2. These are amazing photos, Linda. You blow me away. Truly. I like the quote from Wordsworth, too.

  3. Hi Linda and Easter blessings to you. I love the delicate, frilly edge of the daffodil. So pretty!

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