So I know it sounds frightfully poetic but I couldn’t think of a better title for the photograph. Although I must say, coming up with titles for my photos and blog entries is half the fun of running a blog.
I saw a picture of red roses and red candles on Instagram, which is where I got the inspiration for this. I happened to have some white flowers and I always have white tea lights and I thought black background would be the best. And so here’s the result.
I don’t know how one of the candles got snuffed out and hence the smoke that can be seen on the below picture.
I went for a walk on Easter Monday afternoon and came back with some nice pics. Like this one. I liked it so much I wanted to share it with you.
They were growing from the crack between someone’s house and the pavement. You don’t always have to travel miles away to gardens or woods to get some nice flora shots. I often joke that while other bloggers post about their amazing adventures in far-away, exciting places, I take pictures of trees from my window.
But then, why not? What if you can find beauty in the same space you live and work every day?
When you buy a bouquet of tulips… and they fade too soon and their petals start falling on the table… what can you do but photograph them?
Taken with smartphone.
I’m really disappointed that the tulips lasted only a few days. Those cheap flowers I bought some months ago lasted for ages and feature in three different posts on this blog. But the tulips still served their purpose, which I’m hoping to showcase here soon.
I bought some cheap pink flowers in Tesco the other day to put in a vase in my living room. Of course I would photograph them, though why I had to do so in the evening when the lighting was poor, I won’t ever know (when I bought the flowers, they were in buds). Maybe the universe wanted me to take these shots, because watch:
I was watching some Agatha Christie’s Poirot on ITV Hub (the online catch up service for the ITV channel), the ones starring David Suchet. As you can see:
The episode is Problem at Sea and the scenes captured are near the ending, just as Hercule Poirot is about to reveal the murderer. With help from a little girl’s doll, whose outline you can sort of make out on the bottom picture.