On a side street that connects to our neighborhood, lives a kind gentleman who, every year, plants THOUSANDS of tulips in his yard. He is a pastor at a nearby church and has found gardening to be a wonderful way to decompress. Planting the bulbs is part of his annual Christmas Eve tradition. Then, come April, the tulips blossom in all their glory, announcing the arrival of spring.
The tulip planting pastor (I don’t know his name!) gave me permission to traipse through his garden (See, I didn’t actually tiptoe!) with camera in hand. A storm was skirting by, bringing a stiff breeze and dark clouds with it, so it wasn’t exactly great conditions for taking flower pictures, but it was still lovely to be there.
I kinda like the picture below, as the blur and the bend of the flowers gives a hint of the weather.
I haven’t quite gotten the hang of flower photography, but it was a blessing just to be surrounded by such beauty.