.....taking pictures of flowers is the same as taking pictures of your first child. You take some from this side, and then that side, from this angle and that angle, when they're playing outside in the sun or inside in their little tubbie. Then you take some black and whites and various colored ones of every season...when they're all clean and dressed up and also when they've fallen into a whole whack of mud. You think every picture is a delight and worth showing the whole world because when you took the picture, it meant so much to you to be able to capture it.
Well, flowers are somewhat my kids....as most of you can attest to on this blog. All smiling and beautiful.
This last picture is a Bird of Paradise that son photographed in Nepal, I believe. He loves nature too.
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