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Three Little Maids

Three Roses 1

I find it interesting just how much the background of a photo can make a difference to a shot.

Here I present a series of three photos of roses blooming on my floribunda bush right now. (Yes we are approaching winter, but my roses don’t care!)

Three Roses 2

I changed my position as I took the shots, to alter what was showing in the background.

People have different tastes in art, so I suppose will like different things in a photo.

Three Roses 3 – Photo One

Maybe you like the busy green background of photo one above?

Three Roses 4 – Photo Two

Or the less busy, but still something going on, background of photo two?

Three Roses 5 – Photo Three

I prefer the plain dark background of photo three.

Three Roses 1

I like the crisp edge it gives to the petals and how the pink shows up beautifully against the darkness. (It looks much crisper before being processed by WordPress.)

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What’s your favourite photo? You are welcome to tell me in the comments below.

 

post script: Obviously I don’t have the photographic skills of most of my fellow bloggers, nor the correct terminology. I’m just having fun!

“Three Little Maids” refers to the song, Three Little Maids From School Are We, from Gilbert and Sullivan’s comic opera, The Mikado.

 

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Anti-Valentine’s Day

Day Zero Rose

I don’t “Do” Valentine’s Day.

If I love someone, it’s every day.

I don’t need companies selling expensive cards or heart-shaped chocolates to make money out of me. I don’t condone roses being sold at a higher price today, because now they are in demand!

Still, I know from past years that most of WP will be full of gooey Valentine stuff.

That’s fine!

But here’s my contribution.

David Bowie singing Valentine’s Day.

hehehe

(Still miss you David!)

Yes, I know I’ve posted David before. But really, he beats all other Valentine’s Day offerings hands down!

This one’s for you, Pix. 

 

Ode to a Rose

Red Red Rose

Ode to a Rose

Pretty ruby rose

Why hang your heavy head

Is your secret life

Better left unsaid?

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Is your glorious scent

That wafts as you’re unfurled

How you wish to be

Remembered by the world?

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What a Whopper! I’m trying to show how big this bloom was in comparison to my hand, though it was so heavy on its tiny stalk that it was falling over.

My deep red rose bush only produces a few blooms each season, but they have the most glorious scent.

No matter how late I am, I always have to stop and smell the roses, every single time I walk past them.