2 more pictures from the Flower Convention 2008, which did not fit the theme in the previous entry.
I grew up reading Enid Blyton and everytime I photograph nature, I am reminded of the way she would describe the environment -- especially so in The Faraway Tree series. And as I grew up, I took special notice to describe as much as possible what I see and felt because just sometimes, in the rarest moment if ever possible, the picture does not convey enough of what the photographer had felt/dreamt at that moment when she/he captured the photo.
"The morning air was damp and the only scent that one could take in was that of the fresh cut grass and the lingering light floating scent of the yellow flowers. The water in the lake ripples ever so slightly whenever a tiny petal would break from its grasp. Their fall, if even noticed, was not filled with fear like how one would feel if they ever fall from somewhere high above. No, the fall was filled with laughter and joyous giggles; each petal took pride in their fall. It was as if they were performing a dance for all to see and when they landed in the icy lake, their laughter was heard no more; they had made it to their final resting place and were satisfied to just lay there. The ripples they created would hit the rocks gently, rousing them awake from their deep slumber every time.
Then, a silky mist escapes through an arch, eager to entwine itself with the sleeping rocks. Their previous attempts to embrace the icy water had melted parts of them and today, they were cautious not to get too near..."
And that, was what I had envisioned, felt and dreamt.
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