Magic Potion

autumn’s dark juices
ooze at dusk – turning sour
summer's sweet nectar

This strand of blossoms blocked my way up the hill behind my house early one evening last fall. The spot meter obliterated the background, leaving only the white flowers. The two blossoms at the bottom, dangling by the faintest spider's thread, make it look as if they were falling into nothingness. The narrow depth of field adds to the magic of the image.
The abundance of natural wonders close to us is a photographer's dream. The ever changing seasons and weather conditions allow for new motifs every day. Wherever you are, great photos are just waiting to be taken!