I was waiting for something special to crop up before starting this blog, but maybe I just need to throw myself into it, and worry about it afterwards.
I love tulips, and dying tulips are sometimes even more beautiful that their living counterparts. These were rescued as my husband was taking them to the bin. With a sigh he handed them over, and I grabbed my camera. This is my favourite image from about sixty. I don’t like to mess about with images too much, but sometimes the subject just lends itself to a little tweaking with light and definition. I love the way the dead flowers are twisted and shrivelled, and there is a painterly effect due to the grainy nature of the image.