I saw several gorgeous bouquets at work this week, on display for a graduation ceremony. Photographing flowers makes me infinitely happy. I don't think I could ever tire of it. The lush, velvety petals; the rich color; the range of emotions they evoke. And, Good Lord! They smell divine!
[Lipstick Red Rose by Alice K. Hurley, 2018]
I took both of these photos on my cell phone, as tends to be the case for everyone now days. I cropped and enlarged Lipstick Red Rose, and now you can see how out of focus it is, ha! I wish I'd had a "real" camera with me so I could snap a super-sharp shot of this gem, but I didn't. This was the best I could do with the tools I had, and I'm OK with that. In the war of Me vs. Perfectionism, this is a small but important victory. There was a time when I might not have posted this pic because it's a bit blurry, but the imperfect execution isn't a reason to withhold this beauty. There are so many things I love about this photo, blur-be-damned! I'm happy to share it with you precisely because it's not perfect. Art takes work, like any discipline or craft. This photo is but one signpost on the road to perfection. Ansel Adams might have done it perfectly - but I'm not Ansel Adams! I'm sure he wasted his fair share of film, but his lesser known, "blurry period" is not displayed on museum walls, right?
[Soft Red Rose by Alice K. Hurley, 2018]
See that tiny white dot, just left of center? If I had bothered with photo editing software, I would have removed it. On the other hand, that fleck is a pinprick-sized blemish that proves the rose is a real, organic object. A tiny divot in a petal's delicate flesh. I love the soft highlights that outline the top edge of each petal in creamy white. Flowers are so sensual. I'm sure Freud would have a field day with these images, but I'm not interested in being psychoanalyzed - I'm just lost in their Fibonacci swirls ....