PHOTOGRAPHER'S DIARY: From east to west the year flows out, a wave upon the shore. On May 9th the dandelions roared, even before the grass was emerald. "Weeds!" they're called because of their crabbed doggedness. Despised by golfers and greenskeepers. To me they are a color field of bliss, a visual hosanna tossed by spring winds against the abyss of the unconscious.
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Hi, Ted! I've found it very hard to capture a field of color. You got it right! And I may have. Posting my buttercup/ragged robin field for Friday. Love it when the fields are like this.
Me too. All I did here was take my wide angle and point it sharply down. Just back from travels and will stop by your site next.
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