Sometimes the softest of colours can be the most lovely. The little clover below is the most delicate lilac out the outside of it’s petals I couldn’t even adjust the contrast on the photo without losing it. That’s when you know to leave it as is. It was perfect long before I got there. 🙂
me…these guys are fast and don’t like my camera.
It’s funny….I’ve always loved birds (I have a falcon tattoo on my arm) but never, when dreaming of photography, did I ever think I’d be one of “those people” who sit in wooded areas waiting out the perfect shot of a bird. Honestly, they didn’t seem very interesting to me. That was before the telephoto lens though, let me tell you. When I realized I could actually catch a bird in flight and see it’s feathers (!!!) I was hooked. Instant. Now I can’t seem to stop.
Here’s a few little feathers that I had fun hunting down this weekend.