My dad handed me a invitation he had received to enter into a contest for Best Rose Garden. When he first asked me to take photos, I had the misunderstanding that it was a contest for Best Roses not garden per se. Needless to say, I ended up taking roughly 80-100 pictures of the garden as well as other beautiful areas of his yard.
It's funny. To be so much like my father, our taste in photography styles couldn't be more different. I love closeups, quirky angles, and unsual cropping to give a more artistic feel. He, on the other hand, likes them to be head on, from a distance, and no cropping at all really. I can't help but think, BLAH. (For any photographers that read this, please don't be insulted at my lack of proper terminology. I LOVE to take pictures, however, I am very much an amateur. I just get lucky sometimes and get a great shot.) Granted, he does like nine out of ten of the pictures taken, but he kept saying things like, "it's a shame you didn't get the whole thing", or "I wish you had taken it from farther back", and "why did you cut this off". Argh! I couldn't help but want to yell at him, "think outside the box, Daddy!"
These below are more up my alley. Look at the dewdrops, shadows, and different layers of focus throughout these next few. Honestly, with the beautiful landscaping, it was nearly impossible to take a bad picture.
Now let's talk about variety! The whole yard is elegant, but you also get the essence of something whimsical, mythological, and slightly homey. I like that even as fancy as it is, there still is that level of being relaxed and comfy. You can take your shoes off and break bread with his monster sized catfish...sit in the swing by the willow...ride the golf cart around the pond...read a good book in the rose garden...whatever. There is no limit.
Speaking of elegant. Check out this gorgeous woman. Oh, what I wouldn't give to lose my fear of heights and gain the power of flight for one day...
My dad sees Mimi, his wife & my stepmom, in this piece. How romantic. For anyone who doubts whether there are any male romantics left, you must meet my Daddy. He's a rare breed which I'm sure my cousins can agree is genetic. His father, Poppa, was the same way. I can truly say that he ruined my sister and I because today's generation of men, generally, are not.
These pictures were fun. I love the touch of color against the blinding white marble. Look at the curls of the petals in th.
is closeup. Click on the image for a closer look.
I love to see the art of nature accompanied by the craft work of man. Sometimes the beauty coming from the combination of the two is perfect. Spring and fall (in my opinion) are perfect examples God's art projects at His best. Charlee Anne is so sweet. Everytime she notices the colors in the sky at sunset, she says, "Look, God's been painting."
What I love the most are the sweet reminders of my Nana and Poppa. In the first posted picture (at the beginning of this blog), we have Nana's urns at the entrance of the rose garden.
There's the pond, which is so much like being in Aiken, SC at Poppa's "Rainbow's End".
Then we have his "Rainbow's End" sign.
We also have sweet little girl and bird statue which reminds me of Nana's sad statue (I believe Aunt Stacy now has) of a brokenhearted girl holding a dead bird.
I even noticed that this old, hand painted water pump has Martin written on it. (Martin is Poppa.)
These last two pics are random yet still pretty enough to post.