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.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
4 comments
  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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