Most people played with pinwheels as a child. It’s a whimsical toy consisting of a windmill type device pinned loosely to the end of a small stick. As the wind blows, the multi-colored paper or plastic spins creating a mesmerizing display of colors and movement. It’s simply captivating to a child or adult.
Perhaps that toy is the orchestrated result of some influential pinwheel flowers viewed by some forgotten toy maker in history. The long powerful floral petals form curvasive fingers out from the center as if to catch an imaginary wind and perform some impossible bouqueted ballet. Drawn to these whimsical yet vibrant shapes, a sublime reminder of childhood reaches back from the echoes of our half remembered past. Can you imagine the petals spinning like a toy of your youth?
Only now, as adults, with greater experience and perhaps a more cynical eye, we understandably view the pure white petals as a quantitative measure of purity in our lives. A view of grandest desire and design. For who does not like to think themselves pure? Yet this view is not without it’s own danger.
The exciting glowing petals suddenly take on an air of smallness. The blackness surrounding each petal pure and full of vibrant life represents our own bleak mortality. Indeed, aware that these pinwheels will not spin with the cheerful abandon of our youth, we wishfully attempt to view them with the hopeful ideal of mobility.
However, the persistent lack of motion results in our metaphoric experience that as we become older we indeed become more fixated and inflexible in our ideals. A view soon encroaches portraying each of us as pinwheels no longer able to spin with the winds of passing time. Yet each of us remains a flower. Our capable beauty exists in a dignified and artfully desirous form, if only for those briefest of moments that make up our lives.
Visiting the tropical gardens of Florida are among one of my favorite places to go to. The endless carousing up and down long corridors of tropical greenery provides ample opportunity for a person to get back to nature.
Between one such corridor of tangled shrubs and brilliant flashes of floral thunder stood this exquisite hibiscus. In full bloom this flower assaulted the air with both fragrance and a wonderful red hue.
Instantly, the artist in me became delighted at capturing the image of this fragrant beauty. As pretty as this flower was, I still felt that perhaps it lacked something. Oh it was a stunning picture in its own right and processing it was a joy. But, I wasn’t happy with the total feel of the picture.
The color of the red flower on a deep-sea of leafy green sent an idea into my head. Why look at this botanical beauty through traditional black and white? So, I placed a deep red filter over the image and the results were magical.
The deep red punches through the various isolating influences of the green leaves and really pushes the actual flower to the limit of our visual acceptance. The petals of the red colored flower suddenly turn a red tinged highway of visible lines bursting forth from the center maw of the open flower.
The flower became a true apiary sign post inviting the delicate caresses of petals and pollen. A hidden beauty in it’s own right waiting for the right discovery.
BluebonnetCarpet reminds us that every year there is a reminder of the coming warmer seasons. Around late March, North Texas and the Hill Country begin a gradual warm up into the welcome spring. Our attention turns from the dreaded ice storms to devastating hail and tornadoes.
Many people often ask how Texans cope with such a range of extreme weather. The answer lies, at least partly in the beauty found during the blooming of our state flower. April is the only time of year when entire pastures of grazing horses and lazy cows tromp and munch happily among the blue, pink, red, and white flowers of the Texas bluebonnet.
Here are some basic facts for the bluebonnet.
The amount of rain does will influence how many flowers what you see every year. Depending on the amount of spring rains, Texans either enjoy a huge deluge of these gorgeous flowers or barely see one.
Bluebonnets are not just blue. Most bluebonnet flowers are blue, however, both pink and white variations are found naturally.
The pink bluebonnet was first discovered in a field south of San Antonio. Legends say that they were white bluebonnets that turned pink after the San Antonio River ran red with the blood of the Texas defenders at the battle of the Alamo.
Bluebonnets are usually found with a red flower called Indian Paintbrush. The Indian Paintbrush is actually a parasitic plant that feeds off the root system of a bluebonnet.
Bluebonnets only occur in 55-75 degree weather. In Texas, this usually means they bloom sometime around late March to mid April.
While it’s not illegal to pick Bluebonnets, to some Texans it’s kind of like burning the National Flag. Everyone has the right to do it but it’s not necessarily seen as the friendliest thing to do.
I hope you’ll agree that bluebonnets are a most extraordinary flower. They always remind us of the beauty of nature and its ability to create lavish landscapes. Now, all you need to do to enjoy the bluebonnets is to place one on your wall.
The the Mother’s Days Delights Show has various photographic works of Andrew Chianese and his artistic tribute to Spring and motherhood. The pictures in the show share a love of things floral and the season of spring. Special works include brilliant flowers, sun-kissed gardens and the celebration of motherhood.
This show will be on display starting Monday, April 28, 2014 thru May 12, 2014
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When I took this picture I saw several things. The first was a really cool blue stalk with gorgeous white and blue layered flowers. The second was that the stalks of flowers silhouetted against a field of pink and reds. The color is so vivid and alive. However, the plant is a mystery to me.
I admit that I’m not much of a gardener. Living in a rather urban setting, there are few opportunities to practice growing anything more than an odd tulip now and again. I should say that between tornadoes, hail storms, and the oppressive drought or summer heat from May to October, it is difficult to grow long-term plants that don’t end up looking like they had a 3 round fight with a weed-trimmer.
There was no sign telling me what kind of plant I was looking at. Therefore, I did what anyone would do. I Googled it. This hybrid flower is one of the 300 species of the Delphinium plant. It is a perennial found in many gardens throughout the world. Gardeners are fond of the large spires of flowers and the unique color combinations that are found. I discovered that they are only grown outside of the comfort zone of a cool climate like Alberta and Colorado as annuals. Otherwise, they remain classified as perennials. They remain a favorite with butterflies and hummingbirds. However, it’s best to keep dogs and toddlers away from them as they are quite toxic and can make them very ill.
I’d imagine the Texas heat in July and August would melt them which would explain why I hadn’t seen this type of flower being grown around Dallas before.
I found this website gives good information on the different types of Delphinium available.