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This is a re-worked image from last year. I had originally thought it worked best in black and white, but I was excited to see what happened to them in colour. Somehow the mood seems intensified to me with the colour remaining, and I like to see that flash of yellow..

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Eyelash Hearts

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I was so excited to see these little flowers shoot out from my eyelash plant a few weeks ago. They form at the end of long spikes, in small clusters.

I’ve had the plant for nearly ten years, and didn’t even know that it flowered, but I moved it to a windowsill recently, and it must have liked it.

These are tiny blooms, about half a centimetre each little heart, so I needed my macro lens. I am working on some in black and whites, as I just love their shape and form, but I couldn’t resist sharing these now just as they are, with their delicate icecream blush..you’d almost think it was Summer to look at them!

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© C. Rennie, 2013

Movement in Orange and Gold

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I’ve had too much time indoors these past few weeks, so this week I’ve been more out and about.

I’d been eyeing this pathway for a long while, wanting to explore it. Driving past yesterday, I had to stop.

It was spectacular – blurs and lines of gold, grey and green, air and honey. Apple juice.

Leaf mould, twig, light and star shaped moss.

Crackles that make you jump and turn. Breath a little high in your body. Whispers.

Music, everywhere.

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Three Days (Part three) – Thoughts from the Beach..

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Extraordinary or ordinary, we know that every experience is fleeting. Moments of true innocence so isolated and rare. Moments that I experience as absolute joy are often embedded with a soft grey  line that recalls to me that familiar grain of the fear of loss. Sometimes I long to make that moment somehow more stone-like and solid, to preserve and remember.

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I think that what I felt on the beach this day were ideas, expressions, something from inside leaping outwards, something from outside leaping in..

Last Night

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I went alone to the estuary last night, hoping to catch the moon on the water. The night before, the whole back garden was filled with the most amazing blue light, and I knew I should have gone out to capture it, but I put it off until last night. Well, last night had NO MOON! I just don’t know where it was, but the sky was dark as dark. I waited, hoping that it would clear, but it never did.

I did however capture these lights on the water;  boats, street lights and passing trains on the far distant shoreline. The sounds were incredible, light steel rings against sailposts, odd coo-coo’s of birds, the sucking of insects in the sand. Add to this the gentle warm evening breeze, and you have what was to me a moment of perfect bliss..but I did wish I’d seen just a little of the moons face..

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Dramatic Dusk

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The rain has not stopped this week..the first few days were charmingly cosy, but now it is getting really boring and I’ll admit I have been feeling a little bleak of heart.

I long for a beautifully warm sun drenched field, or to stroke my toes through a deserted burning beach, or to be somewhere on the water, somewhere warm and blue..

I had to find some beauty..

As much as I love flowers, I’ve never really managed to capture them in a way that makes me happy.. somehow they just don’t work for me. But the other night, as the light went down, they just looked so dramatic and gorgeous, colours shimmering from the rain, doing their very best to please us, that I couldn’t help but try and make something of them.

It turns out that my lens just LOVES the dusk! It seems to be most happy in shade and shadow, and helped me to find this dark brooding shot of my night time flowers..some colour in the black..

I was cheered and reminded of something that my mum wrote in one of my memories books one time years ago:

“keep your eyes on the stars, but never forget the flowers at your feet”

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Sand and Sunglasses

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When I was out at Exmouth the other day, I noticed how great the beach looked through my sunglasses, and it got me thinking about filters and things, and wishing I had some to experiment with. I wondered how it might look if I took the photograph through the sunglasses instead, and these came out – I quite like them and think they look just a little like old film..anyway leaving you here with some colour – have a great weekend!

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