Transformation

I've kind of lost touch with what photography can mean to me in the last few years...only on days like this rare holiday Monday do I feel that little spark of joy that it can bring to me.  It only takes a bunch of my favourite blooms to get me to pick up my camera attached to my favourite lens and get to work.  During the process of taking these images and dropping the camera when I'm called on (multiple times) then picking up from where I was interrupted, I watched each time I came back to discover that the unbloomed buds have started to open then to when they eventually break free...it brings so much amazement and joy to me...even though it's nothing new to me, I've seen it all happen before but it still gives me that sense of wonderment.

The Poppy transformation, I tend to compare it to, The Ugly Duckling or even the Caterpillar to Butterfly process. Whenever I see them "A Beautiful Mess" comes to mind every time. This subject I've blogged seven years ago when my life was a whole lot different than it is today...at the time I had a primary school child and one just embarking on high school. Today, they have both graduated from high school and my time for my camera is almost non existent...transformation of our family has happened too.

A B E A U T I F U L M E S S

It begins with a bud...

...that ends in something beautiful...

I started the day with seven and finished the day with nine blooms

If capturing images never appealed to you...you should never say never...it only takes one good image (that captures your attention) to get you hooked.  Great as our minds are...we will always appreciate being able to look back at our images, they can take us back to that moment in time when they were captured...these images will forever give me the feeling I had today as I took them.

One Year and a Bit On

HOW

do you delete her from your phone

do you miss someone who isn't gone in your heart

do you grieve for someone who left you in the blink of an eye

do you not see her waiting for you at her happiest place as you drive past

do you cry for someone you were seeing that day but instead know you cannot anymore...EVER!!

?

Tears you want to shed that just won't shed

Words that were left unsaid that won't ever be said

"I may not have shown how much I love you but it's literally more than I could put down in words...it is infinite! "

They always say we need to express our love when it still matters, that is so true...but mum was the silent type when it comes to expressing her love, it would be in things and the lengths she would go to do things for us but not so much in words, hugs and kisses so that kind of defined our relationship. She had nine children so she needed a lot of love to go round...but I know her love for us all was INFINITE!

I miss YOU!

♡