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  • In my continued effort to add some items with a bit more vibrancy and extend my color pallet choices I thought this was a decent shot. We still have some rose buds popping up in mid December Missouri weather, which is highly unusual. Caught this new bud bent just towards the horizon. There was just enough light pushing through to capture a decent backdrop hue.
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  • A long exposure macro shot of the sunlight hitting a Canna bud. Went with more of a dreamy focus for something with a bit more character to the composition that might allow it to be framed
    Phosphorescence.jpg
  • A floral assortment topped by a prominent orange gerber daisy with bleached and muted color tones against a white backdrop.<br />
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Daisies belong to one of the largest families of plants in the world, that of vascular plants, i.e. those which circulate goodness around their systems, making up almost 10% of all flowering plants on Earth.
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  • Not sure what kind of flower this is so any information will be appreciated...This shot was taken a few months back at the Minnesota Arboretum.
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  • I am not sure what kind of flower this is.  This photograph was shot at the Saint Louis Zoo.
    buzzing_around.jpg
  • Who doesn't love to photograph and process beautiful flowers? Hope you enjoy my version of this Gerbera Daisy.
    gerbera_daisy.jpg
  • Time for another splash of color. I thought this was an interesting new bloom and had just enough light on a cold winter day to get some decent tones in the capture
    pineapple-bloom.jpg
  • Not sure what kind of flower this is so any information will be appreciated...This shot was taken a few months back at the Minnesota Arboretum.
    violet_beauty.jpg
  • Who doesn't love to photograph and process beautiful flowers? Hope you enjoy my version of of a Gerbera Daisy in black and white.
    gerbera_daisy_2.jpg
  • Wildflower growing in a field at Busch Wildlife.
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  • This little hummingbird sure loved these flowers at the Saint Louis Zoo. This beautiful bird was so hard to try and photograph as it flies so fast.
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  • A beautiful rose to brighten everyone's day. I had a lot of fun processing this shot. Enjoy :)
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  • This blooming Stargazer Lily in fine macro details with lush rainbow colors
    Unbloomed Lily.jpg
  • A close up macro shot of a muted blue rose with a purple tint with morning dew droplets on the soft petals.
    In Dew Time.jpg
  • Not sure what kind of flower this is so any information will be appreciated...This shot was taken a few months back at the Minnesota Arboretum.
    sunny_floret.jpg
  • This shot was taken at the Mike Moats Macro Boot Camp this weekend.  Mike thank you for everything I really did learn a lot...Please critique and give constructive criticism as it is welcome and can only make me a better photographer.
    gerbera_daisy3.jpg
  • Wildflower growing in a field at Busch Wildlife.
    wildflower.jpg
  • I have no clue what kind of flower or plant this is.  I photographed this flower on the inside of the Butterfly House at the Saint Louis Zoo...I just thought it was beautiful and it touched me the moment I noticed it.  I was just hoping my photographing of this flower would do it justice...I hope you enjoy this beautiful flower as much as I do.  Happy Friday Everyone
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  • After looking through my portfolio I noticed there was a lack of vibrant selection, so here is the first of more colorful and warm selections I plan on doing
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  • The spring bloom is a strong increase in phytoplankton abundance that typically occurs in the early spring and lasts until late spring or early summer. Spring blooms typically last until late spring or early summer, at which time the bloom collapses due to nutrient depletion in the stratified water column and increased grazing pressure by zooplankton.<br />
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This week the earliest of spring flowers are starting to dot the landscape with color and the tree buds give a promise of warmer days ahead. Daffodils are in full bloom, as well as crocus and dwarf iris. Color is just beginning to peek out from the hyacinths, showing hints of purple and pink. <br />
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Spring flowers come along and cheer us up at a time when we most need it -- after we've somehow survived another long winter. Speaking for myself, it wouldn't be going too far to say that they help me convalesce as I recuperate from Old Man Winter's months-long blustery barrage.
    Vibralicios Blooms.jpg
  • Best of a Dreary Day.jpg
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  • A macro shot of a tiny wildflower with the freshness of incoming spring
    Wildflower Bloom.jpg
  • A Red Male House Finch on a spring blooming tree branch with pink and purple blossoms.
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  • Pink Points of Origin.jpg
  • Floral Curves.jpg
  • Red Bellied in Tree.jpg
  • Reaching Blooms.jpg
  • Once upon a time, in a small town nestled amidst rolling hills, there stood an old red barn that held the secrets of a bygone era. Its weathered wood and crumbling structure told stories of hard work and long-forgotten dreams. Nature had taken over generously, as vegetation wrapped around it like a living tapestry, creating a stunning display of vibrant color tones that seemed almost hyper-realistic.<br />
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Legend had it that this barn was home to magical creatures, whispered to be guardians of the countryside. The crisp details of the vines and leaves that spiraled upward unveiled a world that surpassed imagination. Each blade of grass, each bud of a flower seemed to hold a hidden power, offering protection and wisdom to those who dared to venture near.<br />
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Rumor had it that if the barn's walls could speak, they would tell tales of a time when the barn was a hub of activity, housing thriving farm animals and echoing with the sound of laughter. But as the years passed, the barn had weathered the storms of time, standing steadfastly amidst the changing world surrounding it.<br />
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The locals came to revere the old red barn, considering it a symbol of the resilience and enduring beauty found in nature's embrace. It became a point of pride for the town, drawing visitors from near and far who sought to witness firsthand the living tapestry that adorned its weathered exterior. The barn was a testament to the strength and grace that could be found in the most unexpected places, a beacon of hope and inspiration.<br />
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And so, the old red barn, with its weathered wood and crumbling structure, continued to stand tall, embraced by vibrant vegetation that painted the landscape like an artist's brush. It served as a reminder that within the passage of time, beauty could thrive, and that even the most ordinary structures could become extraordinary through the touch of nature's tapestry.
    The Jewel of the Countryside.jpg
  • In a forest where the trees whispered secrets and the light danced between leaves like playful sprites, there lived an ancient gnome named Alder. His home was not made of brick or stone, but of living roots and blossoms, nestled in the heart of the woods. Alder was not like ordinary gnomes; his hat spiraled up to the heavens, adorned with patterns that told the history of the forest. His robes were a tapestry of vibrant hues, each fold a story, each color a memory.<br />
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Every morning, Alder would step out into the dappled sunlight to greet his friend, a young dragon with scales that shimmered like the morning dew. They spoke in a language not of words but of shared glances and gentle puffs of dragon-smoke, understood only by those who knew the rhythm of the woods.<br />
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This particular morning, as the forest awoke, Alder and his companion made their way to a clearing where the sun pooled on the mossy carpet like golden honey. Here, they would partake in their daily ritual: Alder, with his wisdom as old as the hills, would offer advice to the budding flowers, and his dragon friend would playfully ignite the sky with bursts of fire, announcing the break of day.<br />
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The creatures of the forest would pause in their morning forage to witness this spectacle of friendship and magic. For in this moment, the world was as it should be—peaceful, harmonious, and filled with the wonder of the gnome and his dragon, guardians of the enchanted morn.
    The Gnome's Enchanted Morn.jpg
  • In a realm where winter whispers through the trees, there existed a woman known as the Whisperer of the Frosted Realm. With her companion, a small dragon as red as the blood-hued gown she wore, she roamed the snow-blanketed forests. Her skin was a canvas of fractal tattoos, each pattern swirling with the secrets of ancient magic.<br />
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The dragon, perched upon her shoulder, was her guardian, a creature birthed from the heart of a mountain where fire and ice danced in harmony. Together, they maintained the balance between the fierce winter elements and the warmth of life that slumbered beneath.<br />
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Each morning, the Whisperer would weave her way through the silent forest, her gown trailing, leaving a soft pattern on the snowy floor. Her touch would bless the sleeping seeds below, promising them life with the return of spring. The dragon, with its ember-like breath, would melt away ice from the sleeping buds, urging them to endure the winter's chill.<br />
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Their bond was one of legend, a tale of companionship that transcended the ages. The Whisperer and her dragon were the heart of the forest, the keepers of the eternal winter, and the heralds of the impending spring. In the stillness of the frozen woods, their silent pact with nature continued, as eternal as the fractal patterns that adorned her.
    Whisperer of the Frosted Realm.jpg
  • In the hidden grove of Anwyn, where the trees whispered ancient secrets and the air shimmered with unseen magic, there lived a gnome known to all as The Enigmatic Curlicue Keeper. His beard was a cascade of silver, flowing and twining like the roots of the oldest oak, each strand a tapestry of tales untold. His hat, a spiraled marvel, painted in the warmest shades of sunset, was said to be woven from the very essence of twilight.<br />
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The Keeper, as he was fondly called, had an uncanny affinity for all things twisted and curled. His home was a curious collection of spiral shells, twisted branches, and leaves with edges that danced in the wind. It was whispered among the rustling leaves that the patterns upon his hat were not mere decoration but the Keeper’s silent language, an ode to the spiral of life.<br />
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Each day, he would traverse the hidden paths of Anwyn, tending to the spiraled roses and ensuring that the creeper vines coiled just right around the ancient stones. His presence alone seemed to straighten the gnarled, to calm the chaos. Yet, it was during the moon’s wane when the Keeper’s true work began. With the gentle touch of his fingers, he would guide the spirals of nature, aiding the new buds to unfurl and the old to return to the earth, each in their rightful spiral dance.<br />
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The creatures of Anwyn, from the smallest ant to the loftiest eagle, revered the Keeper for his wisdom and his sacred charge. They understood that he was the guardian of growth, the steward of cycles, and the silent sentinel of the perpetual, beautiful twist of existence.<br />
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So it was, in the grove of Anwyn, life spiraled on, ever turning, ever growing, under the watchful gaze of The Enigmatic Curlicue Keeper, the unsung hero of the helix, the silent maestro of the endless, enchanting swirl.
    The Enigmatic Curlicue Keeper.jpg
  • Mark embarked on the path at Cuivre River State Park, his footsteps echoing in the quiet early morning air. The trees stretched their branches towards the sky, adorned with lush, bright green foliage that glistened in the warm morning light. It was a promise of a new season, a time of growth and renewal.<br />
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As Mark journeyed along the path, a sense of anticipation filled his heart. The verdant scenery and the gentle rustling of leaves spoke of the awakening of nature. The sun's rays filtered through the branches, casting a golden glow on the path, guiding him towards the beauty that lay ahead.<br />
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With every step, Mark felt a connection to the earth beneath him and to the energy of the park. The vibrant green foliage seemed to dance with life, a testament to the resilience and beauty of nature. As he walked, he noticed delicate blossoms and buds on the trees, eagerly waiting to burst forth in full bloom.<br />
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In the midst of the early spring at Cuivre River State Park, Mark found inspiration and hope. The path with its trees, bright green foliage, and warm morning light symbolized the possibility of new beginnings. He felt a sense of purpose and determination, knowing that just as nature thrived in its ever-changing cycles, he too could embrace growth and embrace his own journey of transformation.
    The Emerald Trail.jpg
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