Tag: flora
Roses
My cube neighbor also works part-time at a local grocery store. The floral department there was giving away left-over, past-their-prime roses from Valentine’s Day, so she brought some in to work. They smell amazing. Too often anymore, roses have been bred for blossom longevity, shape, and color at the expense of scent. Not these roses, though.
Violets Yet Again
This one is a little different from yesterday’s. The colors are cooler, and I used more flash. The downside of that is that there is a shadow in the lower left corner, but the fun side effect is that the tiny little hairs on the blooms sparkle like glitter. They look like they’ve been dusted with flecks of mica.
Violets Again
This was taken with limited flash. With a point-and-shoot camera, you have to fool the sensor or the shutter will stay open too long, resulting in a blurry image. So what I usually do is hold my hand over the flash. Sometimes I block it all out, and others, I let a little bit of light escape. This time, I did the latter.
I processed this one a little differently from Monday’s violets, so the color is warmer.
African Violets
They say a rose is a flower and that it is red
A coworker is retiring at the end of the year. Someone sent her a bouquet of gorgeous red roses yesterday, I assume because she’ll be leaving soon. It’s sort of bittersweet. She’s worked here her entire life, and I don’t think she’d planned on leaving quite yet, but she’s developed some mobility issues that make her job very difficult.
Anyway, the flowers are pretty. I think I probably caught them at peak color, but roses are fragile, and they’re starting to decay already. The whole thing makes me think of the Rasputina song Rose K.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts and then it is dead.
Karma in a Small World
Remember my ID holder that I dropped in the bank parking lot? Well, one of my coworkers came up to me today and asked me if I’d gotten my driver’s license back, yet. Huh? He was the one who found it in the bank parking lot. He said that, just as he was handing it to the teller, he recognized the picture. It was too late to just keep it and give it to me, himself, or he would have. Of course, then, I wouldn’t have gotten a call from the bank, and if I’d’ve noticed it was missing, I would have spent the rest of the weekend in a snit. So it’s probably best that he did turn it in, instead of waiting and giving it back to me at work today.
How weird is that?!


















