I haven’t touched my camera in a whole week!

Actually, that’s not true, I’ve touched it; I just haven’t taken any pictures with it.

It’s not that I’ve been preoccupied with some other activity or anything; I just haven’t been out much lately.

I still have over a thousand pictures waiting to be uploaded on to flickr.

And I’m still putting my spectacular Pride pictures together. Meanwhile…

I went back to review pictures from my flower set, to try and get motivated again to get out there.

I think everyone goes through the ‘flower’ phase when they get their first DSLR,

and then probably the ‘birds’ phase – I just don’t have the patience to shoot birds yet, unless you count swans and ducks.

I’ve shot quite the variety of flowers, most of which I couldn’t even name…

Foxgloves remind me of tiny bells, soundless pretty purple bells.

I love this rose because it’s imperfect, not unlike human beings; it’s flawed and beautiful.

It’s a pity they don’t last forever, at least we have pictures to remember them by long when they’re gone… wilted and dead.

This is one of my favourite pictures because it’s full of promise and potential, reminds me of new beginnings.

Dahlias are the most exquisite of them all!

How perfect are these tiny petals with pink buds?

A pink rose.

Purples fade!

Looks and feels like soft fluffy wool, kind of like this post.

I’ve been fascinated by bird feeders lately, I guess because they look like perfect little houses.

Tomorrow, I’ll go out and take a picture of something beautiful.