Pictures Of Flowers And Butterflies. Flowers Delivered In Ireland.
Pictures Of Flowers And Butterflies
- (butterfly) diurnal insect typically having a slender body with knobbed antennae and broad colorful wings
- A fluttering and nauseated sensation felt in the stomach when one is nervous
- (butterfly) a swimming stroke in which the arms are thrown forward together out of the water while the feet kick up and down
- A showy or frivolous person
- (butterfly) flutter like a butterfly
- An insect with two pairs of large wings that are covered with tiny scales, usually brightly colored, and typically held erect when at rest. Butterflies fly by day, have clubbed or dilated antennae, and usually feed on nectar
- A painting or drawing
- (picture) visualize: imagine; conceive of; see in one's mind; "I can't see him on horseback!"; "I can see what will happen"; "I can see a risk in this strategy"
- (pictural) pictorial: pertaining to or consisting of pictures; "pictorial perspective"; "pictorial records"
- (picture) a visual representation (of an object or scene or person or abstraction) produced on a surface; "they showed us the pictures of their wedding"; "a movie is a series of images projected so rapidly that the eye integrates them"
- A photograph
- A portrait
- (flower) reproductive organ of angiosperm plants especially one having showy or colorful parts
- (flower) bloom: produce or yield flowers; "The cherry tree bloomed"
- (flower) a plant cultivated for its blooms or blossoms
- The seed-bearing part of a plant, consisting of reproductive organs (stamens and carpels) that are typically surrounded by a brightly colored corolla (petals) and a green calyx (sepals)
- A brightly colored and conspicuous example of such a part of a plant together with its stalk, typically used with others as a decoration or gift
- The state or period in which a plant's flowers have developed and opened
Me, my camera, and a butterfly mobile
After spending nearly a year learning to use my new Canon EOS Rebel XT, taking over 10,000 images, my financial situation was such that I needed to find gainful employment. I had spent the year looking for things to photograph. I found them everywhere. I took thousands of pictures at Descanso Gardens, pictures of flowers, trees, landscapes, ponds, birds and fish. I took pictures at the Los Angeles Zoo, the Griffith Observatory, the Reagan Presidential Library, the Calfornia Poppy Reserve, Barnsdall Art Park, the Los Angeles Arboretum, Griffith Park, my neighborhood of Silverlake, Hollywood, Venice Beach, Disneyland, parties with friends, and family gatherings. I created still life arrangements and shot them. I shot toys, guns, tools, and cars -- anything and everything. I even shot real estate for awhile. None of this, of course, for pay. I still haven't figured out how to get paid for taking pictures. What I have figured out is that I love doing it and sharing the results, and I realized that I'd been taking pictures for years, nearly all my life. I have shelves of photos albums. I have pictures of family vacations, Boy Scout Jamborees, hootnannies in my living room, hikes in the mountains, band practices, other muscians, kids, Washington D.C., and Rocky Mountain National Park. I have pictures taken with a Brownie box camera, Polaroid photos, Canon film camera photos. For a brief period, I owned a Zeiss Icon camera which I foolishly traded to someone for a motorcycle. Looking back on my life so far, I realized that, while I've done quite a lot of different things -- lifeguard, factory worker, auto parts salesman, country western singer, secretary, paralegal, maintenance man, mechanic, carpenter -- I've always taken pictures.
Day six of our Dallas vacation was a revisiting of one of our favorite stops from our last Dallas trip – the Arboretum. It was seventy-five billion degrees out, and the place was teeming with children, but we braved the elements anyway to give our cameras a workout taking pictures of flowers. We know, that's very unlike us to take pictures of flowers. We also partook of the fancy tea service there, and were not disappointed (except that we thought we'd made reservations for champagne tea, but in fact had not, so we had to go boozeless. Life is so hard). We all felt we'd had a pretty successful day with the flower photography, so, sweltering and thirsty, we bade the Arboretum a fond adieu and drove out McKinneyward to do some craft and computer shopping, then hit the tapas restaurant that was closed on Monday when we were out there last. The craft shopping was highly successful (we are now sequin-enabled for our felt projects), the computer shopping gave Patty some good ideas about replacing her laptop, and the tapas place, Casa Malagra, was outstanding (other than some issues with their flagstone walk). A couple of exceedingly boozy coffee drinks made up for the morning's lack of champagne and were the capper on my wonderful vacation, and put me in just the right mood for processing my hundreds of macros of flowers from the Arboretum. --Schn."