Rare as a day in June...

As noted in the previous entry, I spent part of yesterday honing my ability to photograph...well, pretty flowers, mostly. It appears they're what's called my forte.

They make excellent practice subjects, I've been telling my artistic ego in soothing tones. True, though; you don't have to fuss them up beforehand, and once framed in the lens they stay nice and still (except when a 'playful little breeze' pops up just as you clik the shutter, damn you Thornton Burgess anyway). Besides which they remain blessedly unconscious of the impulse to play Spielberg. No climbing hydrangea ever told its photographer that "you should've waited, my petals were all droopy in that one! Delete it! Have you deleted it yet?!"

Anyway, it is June, and the world is almost deliriously awash with warmth and light, and I feel like revelling in it for awhile...

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