I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:- A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company: I gazed-and gazed-but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude, And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the Daffodils. (Wm. Wordsworth)
When we think about it, Nature really doesn't make the flowers for us to appreciate or to look natural to us.
Nature created flowers for the bees and other pollinating sources to appreciate and view. It doesn't matter how they look to us, just as long as they get to continue on with another generation of plants and flowers.
Still pretty...a little too perfect, but still perfect. I think that real beauty exists with some flaws for uniqueness and continued interest, though. Strange, isn't it? That's like the beauty contestants in the pageants, in general, while generically attractive, don't strike me as particularly beautiful, either. The same is said of amateur painting, how the artist makes something too perfect and balanced and, thus, loses the interest of the viewer. Funny how beauty is perceived.
My guess: Dianthus chinensis or some other specius of Dianthus. Often called "pinks." They are among the earlier flowering non-bulb plants in the northern garden.
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10 comments:
That's a beautiful shot -- I'm guessing of creeping phlox -- and yes they look fake to me as well. Looks like some weird photoshop effect.
I turned down the saturation of the color a little, actually. I also turned up the contrast and the sharpness a little.
Oh, that's horrible. Who doesn't love flowers?
We are supposed to have reverence for all things floral.
Flowers are innocent.
Unlike the advertisement on your sidebar of the male in speedo....irritating my periphery.
What's the camera, again?
That's some good bokeh, there.
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:-
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.
(Wm. Wordsworth)
When we think about it, Nature really doesn't make the flowers for us to appreciate or to look natural to us.
Nature created flowers for the bees and other pollinating sources to appreciate and view. It doesn't matter how they look to us, just as long as they get to continue on with another generation of plants and flowers.
Still pretty...a little too perfect, but still perfect. I think that real beauty exists with some flaws for uniqueness and continued interest, though. Strange, isn't it? That's like the beauty contestants in the pageants, in general, while generically attractive, don't strike me as particularly beautiful, either. The same is said of amateur painting, how the artist makes something too perfect and balanced and, thus, loses the interest of the viewer. Funny how beauty is perceived.
But please don't get me wrong...the picture is lovely! :)
My guess: Dianthus chinensis or some other specius of Dianthus. Often called "pinks." They are among the earlier flowering non-bulb plants in the northern garden.
Gee, the floral version rump presentation and tail wagging is a lot classier.
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