This summer, while taking my flower photos, I became intrigued by the seeds inside of each flower. Seeds are the birth and death of flowers; they are the heart and soul of flowers at the beginning and the end.

These are actually the reproductive parts of the flowers, I’ve been told,  but I see them as seeds; there is something sensual about them, as I’ve written. But  I keep thinking of them in that way.

When taking pictures, I often zoom in on the seeds; they tell each flower’s story and give new flowers life.

They are the story of flowers; they make them all possible. They are not easy to photograph,

This morning, I decided to devote a Photo Journal to seeds, we are expecting a frost tonight, and we will cover the flowers, but the end is approaching. They understand, and we know.

Nothing in this world lives forever, not me, not them. But they live and die beautifully.

 

 

I learned to set the shutter speed wide open to take my seed photos; one challenge was that my flowers tremble and move in even the gentleness of breezes, so I had to take a lot of shots and work at steadying my hand.

A tripod wouldn’t help me. The Leica doesn’t get close enough, and the Iphone has trouble with fuzzy, moving close objects. I just have to be patient and keep shooting until I get my desired shot.

This evening we will pick up our lunch at “A Little Paris” on Route 29 in Greenwich. We’re going to bring some crepes home. Maria hasn’t met Bob or Connie yet.

A friend is coming to visit s tomorrow afternoon, there are no movies we want to see, and I have some very find books to read. I’m going to drive around a bit to see if I can get some more Americana photos and maybe some flower photos before the cold weather gets them.

 

 

My Nasturtiums give me beautiful flowers daily; they are the most challenging seeds to find and capture.

 

I still don’t know what the above flower is, and it has the smallest seeds of any of my flowers and is the toughest to photograph. It bounces all over the place.

 

My sunflower plant was the last flower I planted this summer and one of the first to give out.

It is still fighting but is running out of time. It has some of the most exciting seeds, and I wanted to catch them before they all died or were blown away or eaten by birds.