Nature is love. Love is nature. At blue hour the dance of night and day intwine in splendor to show the whole world how passion yearns. A photograph captures this dance, this light play, this teachable moment, and allows us to share in its glory long after the moment itself.
When I look upon this photo my mind sees the flowing movement of long grasses underwater. Submerged and swaying with the rush of the tide. It’s a balanced fluid motion, a soft rocking back and forth carrying us away to far off places. Relaxing spaces full of soft beds, kind hearts, and unbridled hope.
The exceptional thing about living through history is having, if only in a small way, the rare chance to shape it. By staying home, observing social distancing protocols, calling a friend, keeping a journal, checking on a neighbor, telling someone you love them, taking a walk, or making a photograph. Small acts when executed across communities and continents affect real change in response to an entirely new environment.
With autumn coming in quick it is near time to put flower photo season to bed. Here is a late season Black-eyed Susan blossom demure before strong late afternoon light; strong contrast driving home the power of the photograph.
Life is layers. Time passes and we add layers to mark our lived experiences—good and bad. Conversely, during our lives we peel back the layers built up by others. This is how relationships build. Peonies depict the concept of layers perfectly. Endless layers make up the big beautiful blossoms as a metaphor for life.
To make photography you must make time for photography. With my photo making pace quickened, it’s open season on the great bloom of flowers this spring. Here I bring singular focus to a lone peony photographed in shimmering light, opening its flower petals to the world.
Art imitates life, and in my longing for youthful imagination I want to think lily of the valley flowers served as creative impetus for the bowler hat. This is patently ridiculous surely, yet I would love to believe it so. In the meantime I will photograph and I will imagine.
Few scents infuse the soul with the richness of lilac. It’s delicious perfume is only matched by the beauty of its floral blossoms. This photograph combines the lilacs appeal to both our sense of sight and smell. It is a gateway to breath and meditation.
From moody wisteria macro photos, to old colleagues, to baseball blogs, to the ending of three of the biggest pop culture franchises of our generation, photographer Greg Molyneux bounces through a litany of thoughts. Come for the photographs and stay for the musings.
A soft focus marco photograph of a lone Jane Magnolia blossom. Beset with whimsy and evoking the warm smiles of a welcomed dream, flowers bring about rebirth and new beginnings.