There are times when I go into the woods and it seems to open up and show me vistas of ethereal beauty. Those heart-stopping moments don’t always translate well to photographs. Photographing inside of woods is difficult. It tends to come out as one undifferentiated blob. Plus, there is the constant problem of the shade from the canopy (as a rule I never use a flash).
Every now and again the mystery combines with good light and gives me a decent image.
Of course, like all images this is just an approximate, but it is close enough to make me smile.
Today I found entire sections of Coole Park carpeted in bluebells. It was transcendent. The light didn’t help me out, alas, but I got a couple of decent images.
Minnie even got into the action.
But, there are many plants and flowers at this time of the year pushing up and out, which are just as attractive, but easily overlooked.
I love ferns. They are ancient plants, and a testament to the durability of good design. At this time of the year they practically radiate green life.
And the ordinary, ever-lovely daisy. I’m constantly charmed by this flower. I cannot imagine how anyone would not want a lawn speckled with them.
We are always surrounded by beauty. Even in the smallest, most ordinary things.