“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
- William Wordsworth, I Wander'd Lonely as a Cloud
These Daffodils that I found in a park, in a place adjacent to a garden of a house standing there, I think originated from illegally discharged garden waste.
For years flowers have bloomed in that place that do not actually belong there. In the meantime, things have been cleaned up, using heavy artillery, which in turn has led to the destruction of many Snowdrops and other green stuff standing there.
Despite and thanks to the above, I was able to make a beautiful picture of these Daffodils.
About 6 years ago I discovered photography. It all started quite innocent but nowadays it is part of my daily thing. I emphatically prefer nature photography and especially the nature very close. In other words, I am a lover of macro photography.My work is characterized by a certain softness.. Read more…