Scintillating scented roses,
Some with a hint of mint
Vanilla
Or satiated sherbet.
Tumbling and curling
Petals
Hushed, by
The Burly
Humble
Lunching Bumblebees.
As you know I’ve been busy starting to renovate our Victorian cottage. I apologise for not posting but I have been rushing up and down the motorway to the cottage every day and working until dusk as there are no lights in the cottage yet. I love Tuesdays because as I work away, stripping off old wallpaper, I am serenaded by the bell ringers practising in our local church. Outside is dark and peaceful. I love it, my artistic project to bring back this little house to the Victorian era, with rustic modern and vintage features and make it a happy home again. The quarter of an acre cottage garden will be restored too, to include an orchard and my Art studio.
Hopefully here’s the link you requested. Enjoy my tales and please still read my poetry here because the rambles continue! Many thanks for all your support. 🙂
Inspired by Sonel’s Corner photo-editing challenge ,vintage’, I chose to photograph a beautiful vintage,silk gypsy shawl given to me by my mother many years’ ago. We share a love of antiques and vintage items,anything unusual. I love old powder compacts and jewellery.
The cropped photos were edited with Snapseed.
Top left photo was edited with a grunge filter. I liked the different texture of the fabric looking almost like denim. The second is the original.
Bottom left photo is the original and next to it I edited with a vintage style layer.
The above photo of my coveted vintage shawl was edited with the Picsart app. I used a vintage border to enhance the feeling of age. I like to wonder who used to own this shawl. Maybe I’ll build a story around it. Maybe you could too…I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Victoria’s dictionary of flowers suggests that orange roses represent ‘fascination’. Do you feel that the shawl’s designer meant people to be fascinated by whoever is wearing the shawl?
from Vanessa Diffenbaugh’s beautiful novel, The Language of Flowers.
Giggling geraniums,
Curvacious,
Oozing a heady bouquet,
Tumbling in tiers.
An extravaganza in pink!
They transcend into
A pageant of players
From a vintage musical,
Dancing to Dixieland,
Stunning the audience
With luxuriant fuchsia smiles,
Proudly, provocative,
Swaggering their curves.
I am interested in how nature triggers the imagination by synergistically tempting the senses, thus releasing creative energy to produce photographs which evoke inspirational poetry. This photo was taken in a nineteenth century orangery. Initially I was drawn to the voluptuous curves of the flowers, cascading in an amazing display and their intense aroma, which captivated me to take the photo and then create the poem. I hope you enjoy my post.
Swards of vintage, pink chintz
Like grandiose gondolas,
Gliding along the venetian
Grand canal.
Precious purples,
Jewels of the Nile,
Proudly posing on
Feluccas reaching with
Swollen sails.
Crepe de chine greens
Scattered with eau
De nil seeds,
A grand tour
Of sensual scents
Of summertime,
A feast of magnificent
Colour.
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