Here are a few macro photos I took of a yellow goat’s beard seed head, Tragopogon Pratensis (aka Meadow Salsify and Jack go to bed at noon) and a thistle. I loved the golden colours and the way the seeds shone in the sunlight.
They were taken with an Iphone 6S with in the in-phone camera. I decided not to edit them in any way as they are beautiful in their own right.
See Sally’s original post and links to other beautiful macro shots here.
some of my paper-themed photos
a carrier bag made of recycled magazine pages in Thailand
paper parasols on sale at the Sule paya in Yangon, Myanmar
paper boats in a shop window in Zieriksee, Holland
paper heart decorations in a shop window in the UK
see more paper via Ailsa’s blog
I would like to wish all my readers a very Happy Christmas and I hope that 2017 will bring you health and happiness.
My wish for the world is that there be peace.
In case you hadn’t guessed, my challenger’s choice is “architecture”. The following 3 photos were taken with the iphone 6+ in camera app and were edited using various settings in the Enlight app. This app produces some great abstract effects.
Bellapais abbey, Northern Cyprus
Bath abbey, UK
a chapel in Clifton, Bristol, UK
take a peek at other challenger’s choices
photo composition by me
I have walked in sacred places
Seen colours never seen
Awake have dreamed of mysteries
Of things that ne’r have been
In trees heard music never writ
Of chords that are unknown
In those hidden sacred spaces
Where I journey all alone
Last night my life was woven
Within that sacred knot
Of ages past, forgotten mists
Of nature’s sacred lot
As the mysteries of life unfold
A tie that has no end
Enlightened by that mystic light
Of mysteries veil to rend
On darkest moor, high stones stand
My spirit is set free
As they speak to me of ages past
Touchstones of eternity
They rise upon those mystic lands
If only we might see
That in each secret stone is hid
A gift of nature’s memory.
To stand in dreams on hill top high
To soar above on eagle’s wings
Where visions are no longer hid
And spirits soar as nature sings
Above those lesser things of life
Above its woes and care
As dreams and visions are fulfilled
As we at one with nature share.
As lightning rends the sky at night
And thunder roars in angry swell
As nature groans in agony
Its song of loss – a tale to tell
Within such wondrous beauty there
Where stars are hidden from our sight
The seeds of dawn are gently sown
To bring new beauty with dawn’s light.
To gaze into life’s deep, dark wells
As though into the deepest grave
Of shadows cold – life’s blackest seam
Where hope seems lost – no hope to save
But from within those darkest deeps
New life springs forth in sweetest span
And flows to quench the longing thirst
That dwells within the soul of man.
Or stand beside a river clear
And gaze in wonder as it flows
A myriad of crystal lights
As to its journey’s end it goes
To hear in nature’s gentle breeze
As willows sing in harmony
As nature’s healing gently flows
If only we would hear and see.
Words by © Les Cruttenden, from Insights into Meditation