At the museum on Father's Day morn, I found peonies here and there in various stages of blossoming, and, of course, I took photos accordingly. Other than that, there is not much more to tell except to say that when I show my photos, it is because they are part of my daily life, but I do not necessarily consider them exemplary. Having said that, i rather like the second and third images
I lke the composition of the next and final photo, but I should have brought back just a bit more light onto the flower.
I think they are all wonderful. Mine are done now so I can enjoy your images!
ReplyDeleteSame here...all are so lovely! No more peonies here, and my geranium with all the rain is looking very sad. Rain seems to collect on the blooms, which then just turn to mush. Not a photo-worthy sight!
ReplyDeleteGrowing up, all the old farmsteads were lined with peonies. Our row served as the home run fence when my brother and I played kickball or wiffle ball in the front lawn.
ReplyDeleteThe house down the street has a fence and along the fence they have peonies in an amazing array of colors. I never knew how many colors a peony was available in. I marvel at it every year.
ReplyDeletePeonies are so beautiful, so fragrant. And usually so filled with ants that even a washing can't kill so I never bring them in. But I wish I could! These are beautiful shots.
ReplyDeleteLike the bud.
ReplyDeletePeonies in progress are such a perfect metaphor for life—each bloom on its own timeline, all of them fleeting and lovely. 🌸 Your photos feel quietly joyful, like little love letters to ordinary beauty. And hey, sometimes the ‘nonexemplary’ snapshots are the ones that stick with us most. (Also, hard agree—those second and third images have such dreamy charm!
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