Matt Penning Daily
The up close world of a pointed purple flower surrounded by green leaves that are glowing in the mid-day sun. Water drops nestle in-between the spear-like petals. Macro world.
Pansies are among my favorite flowers, due to the influence of my Pansy-loving mother. Purple was her favorite color and is likewise mine. Her influence continues, long after her physical presence is gone.
I had a bit of a stressful early morning today. One way I choose to deal with my stress is to seek out and ponder upon some bit of nature. Seeing the wonders of the natural world, taking in the beauty displayed, all serves me well to set my mind to a calmer level.
This morning, as I looked out the front window. I saw the basket of purple and white Pansy flowers that my dear Karen Sue had put up for her mother to enjoy from her perch in the living room. The delicate blossoms were dancing in time with the gentle morning breeze. The petals of purple and white had dots of the overnight rain.
I grabbed my camera and went outside to grab some of that magic.
As I was working on this image, I kept zooming in to see the center, filled with tiny fronds and drops of rain.
Suddenly I saw a figure of an angel, with purple arms and wings outspread, a crown of white hair and a breastplate of gold.
My Angel Pansy had come to greet me this morning.
The strong afternoon sunlight created highlights and shadows on this spiky purple beauty of a plant. The bees and butterflies were busy, working their natural magic. Taking and leaving, all part of the cycle of life.
Don't ask me what the name of the flowering plant is. I'm willfully ignorant of the names of most plants. I depend on the kindness of family, friends and strangers to fill in the blanks in my horticultural knowledge.
I know beauty.
This Dragonfly looks to be near the end of its life.
The worn and tattered delicate wings, and the way it was clinging to the Water Lily bloom in the wind, gave me pause to reflect.
Usually, Dragonflies flit off at any close approach. I seldom get the luxury of calmly, intentionally composing a photograph of them. This one grabbed onto the flower and held on for a long time, more than five minutes. Long enough for me to get my images, and call Karen over so she could get her fill.
As I was processing the images, the damaged wings became very apparent.
Life clings on as long as life goes on.
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