The weekend didn’t unfold as I planned: we were snowed in, we experienced numerous power cuts and the road down into town was too treacherous for me to contemplate my Saturday morning visit to the market flower stall. For me that was a huge disappointment! The previous evening I had gathered together the week’s flowers which were destined for the bin but fortunately, the power cuts had meant that they hadn’t actually made their way into the bin! So with no new flowers I re-examined those I had, and found, to my shame, that they still had a lot to offer.
I turned the ranunculus to show her best side to the lens and she glowed. Amongst my withered tulips, I found the most beautiful to be those which were the most aged - they offered character and texture, still retained their beautiful lustre and it could be said, that they almost bared their souls.
Once again, nature teaches me a lesson in life: beauty is not superficial, it comes from deep within. Life’s experiences render us increasingly more interesting, with more to impart with the passing of time - for those who are curious enough to listen and to behold our inner beauty.
Amongst my personal favourites from my fine art photographs are images which confirm that age does indeed bring its own form of beauty.
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