Dedicated to a world of mums!

To the world of mums…
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In the unusual warmth of February we went out for a stroll & met
a very early spring in full bloom where we were encircled
in a bubble of innocence, fragrance & crushed petals,
offering a bouquet to a world of dedication & mums

Getting ready for the kill 😉 ©copyright2014owpp

Crushing & plucking…
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Bruised flowers 🙂
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Elegance & generosity
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As small as a buttonhole…

A tiny daisy
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As I sat down on a bench in front of a lake bordered by trees, a plucked daisy
laying on the grass drew my attention and while the others went on having
their fun I picked it up & had mine experimenting for thirty whole
minutes the art of close-up photography. This flower as big as a buttonhole
pleasantly surprised me with its outcome 🙂
I have to explain that my camera is very basic so I’m always in awe at
how its limits can be stretched…

I had a hard time selecting, erased about five & a whole load on premises & ended with the grand collection
of seven I just could not part with but most importantly is which one do YOU like?

This is my background
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For the amazing talent out there!
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Blurry beauty
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Tiny but grand
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There’s nothing like B&W!
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Fragile…
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A last glance…
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Plunge into the intimacy of the duck family

Family duck close together
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As we took a stroll today this amazing scenery unfolded before our eyes…
It seemed as if a magical cloud of feathers of softness had descended just
For our pleasure.
I obviously could not control my index from capturing these precious moments
But I am sure you would agree that I could not describe it better than
the verse I found by
http://soulgatherings.wordpress.com/2014/04/02/todays-quote-385/

“Around us, life bursts with miracles–
a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf,
a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops.
If you live in awareness,
it is easy to see miracles everywhere.
Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles.
Eyes that see thousands of colors, shapes, and forms;
ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap;
a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos;
a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings.
When we are tired and feel discouraged by life’s daily struggles,
we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there.”

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh ~

Mum in the plunge 🙂
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Mummy has left us for a piece of bread!!
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No worry I’m back 🙂
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Off we go…
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Still searching for food…
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Picture perfect
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The king of seasons

Flower art
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As a Jack in the box spring
Just popped out of a winter
Never begun not wanting to
Be forgotten fighting for
Its place in the kingdom
Of seasons…

Burgeoning toward life
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Tender & soft…
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Light is oxygen to the blooming
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Group celebration
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Beauty in close up
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Sunbathing 🙂
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Two is company
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One last glance at splendor!
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My rare tulip!

Rare green surprise
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What I love most
About tulip bulbs,
Is the surprise
In stock…

Some come out
Flashy round,
Ordinary and
Extraordinary

Others take you
Completely by
Surprise…
Pointy, green

And ornamented
With pink, frilly
Edges, giving it
A rare crispy

Ethereal quality!

Peeping out in May…
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Close up
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I treasure your scent & this magical season!

Delicate…
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Magnolia…

You reach toward the skies
Delicate as a water lily
Ephemeral blossom
I catch your petals
Falling unto my open palm
Treasure your scent
And this magical season

Magnolia tree
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Perfectly imperfect flower!

Beautifully imperfect!
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Perfect imperfect flower
Radiant in uniqueness
Glowing in strength
You are more beautiful
Than all the rows
Of fluffy petals
For you stand out
And catch the eye
Of the passerby.

Name: Spotted Cat’s Ear
(Hypochaeris radicata)

Flower power
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Old and new-Street art

Street art
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Old and new
Sun or dew
You watch
And purview
The stroll
Of the slew

Old & new
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My muse, that sweet delicious thing! 18th of March, 2013

my muse
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My muse, that sweet delicious thing!
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I see candles dancing in the night
Floating to where there is delight
Glowing where there is no light
Where the stars shine so bright

Erasing, preventing our future mistakes
Pointing our fingers to our fate
Burning our minds to what is at stake
Chanting the old refrain of our faith

I see the love you spread as a blanket
The winds ululate through the chimneys
Hear the clamor of those you befret
The million particles you give entry

From dust to mountains, bright or dark
You inhale and exhale that spark
Pick up and shape the trodden
Mold or hibernate the fallen

You are the reason, the candle I see
The laughter bubbling in me
The slight tremor in my voice
The stars, the filler of my void

If you found the creation of these words
Understand, you and I merge
In the winds, the clamor, the particles…
The love that seeps through our tentacles

I have tried so desperately to explain
What is so simple, easy to claim
You are the echo of my emotions
The words and songs I had long forgotten

You are mine when you, decide
The place, the hour, entry and time
You holler into my sleep
Shake me, wake me out of the deep

You are my muse, inspiration
All in the right tradition
Never believed you existed until…
You appeared and popped out of the till

And now, when you go visit another’s imagination
I hail and shake your way back to my salvation
But you belong when I set you free
Let you roam the streets of destiny

Then, drop as a miracle unto my page
Filling the lines at the speed of lightening
Forgiving my jealousy or my rage
Caressing the story with drops of spring

My muse, my inspiration, that delicious thing!

But the clock goes on ticking
The time of reason
Showing mansuetude (1)
To the frames
Of consistency
The fringes of life
Burning the desire
Of the days filled
By your hors d’oeuvres
Awaiting the birth
Of your reality

Stop, quiet! I need some sleep
No, do not go… just lie in wait then take a peek
Whisper sweet little nothings to my muse
The one you allow ideas to fuse

Blow in her ear the feathers
Of where it begins
Keep her, alive and kicking,

That sweet delicious thing!

(1)man·sue·tude (mnsw-td, -tyd)
n.
Gentleness of manner; mildness.
[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin mnsutd, from mnsutus, past participle of mnsuscere, to tame : manus, hand; see man-2 in Indo-European roots + suscere, to accustom; see s(w)e- in Indo-European roots.]