Zany for Zinnias!

While I never got to the ‘lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling for an hour’ part of my task list, I did get to bumble around with the camera for an hour or so yesterday, which is almost as restorative for me.   Good thing too, as later in the evening the apartment flooded AGAIN due to an insanely strong downpour and (cough) neglect of the gutters from their greenery take over.  New yard maintenance people seem to neglect my portion of the grounds, so it appears getting up on the ladder and cleaning gutters of vines is a new entry on my task list today!

In the interim due to the 8 plus inches of rain over the last ten days, the zinnias have been expressing their appreciation and blooming like wild things!  These are not macro lens use, just close-ups with my standard lens.  Ever since discovering the internal workings of these flowers, I have become enamored with the layers upon layers within these cheerful flowers. The sun was playing peek-a-boo and making it a challenge to pull out the colors in the flowers, so I hope that I did them justice, and it booted a poem from my brain – first creative thought I’ve had in nearly a month, so that was double fun for me.

I hope you enjoy them all 🙂

New Bee

Tequlia Sunrise

Two ‘buds’

Living gold

Pollen provocation

Contrast

Green mining bee

Liquidity of Light

Delicately it dances
Off subjects that it glances
Wild beauty it enhances

Illuminating corners dark
Upon the skin it leaves its mark
On moss and leaf and even bark

Quantitatively it differs
Diffused or slantingly in slivers
Rays pierce the air as if shot from unloosed quivers

Flowing and glowing
Who knows where it is going?
Hide and peek from clouds when winds start a’blowing

Spilling liquid gold
As petals unfurl, unfold
Stretching knowingly up towards that gaseous orb of old

It puddles and it pools
My photo shoots it rules
This untamed mischievous partner in art’s array of subtle tools.

Ah, the liquidity of light
Revealing or obscuring a vision of delight
Eluding momentary capture until the timing is just right.

How loving its caressing presence
Bestowing radiant life-giving essence
Equitably touching both high kings and low peasants

As it lingers a little less
Allowing nightfall’s earlier press
The land prepares for its winter recess

Ah, the liquidity of light, cleaving day apart from night!

~SE (who is off to do more wet vac and gutter work!)