beauty in decay / adiantum capillus-veneris

Last week, as I was removing dry stems from my maidenhair fern { in latin Adiantum capillus-veneris } (yes, still alive since I got it at the beginning of last year, but it had once to be cut to the minimum, then had a re-birth !), I noticed how beautiful these dry stems still were. I couldn't bear to throw them away, and still haven't, actually ! I was inspired to take some macro photos of some of them, and then to share them here.

Their golden delicacy ... their poetic semi-translucence ... the lovely shape of each leaf ... I wonder if they are actually not more beautiful than their green, freshly born fellows !

I channelled my inner Mary-Jo & had lot of fun. I did my best, but don't have the pricey version of Photoshop, so the shadows are still there, but - I love these nontheless.

You need to go slow & observe, in order to notice. Their beauty is best appreciated when slow living. It doesn't really match the fast-living world we're living in.

So go slow, enjoy every second of your life, every aspect of your life. Even in decay or in dark situations you can see something beautiful or good. Every yin has its yang.

Peace to you all.



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dark & velvety beauty

Two weeks ago, my inlaws gave me a rose from their tiny garden. Their (climbing) rose bush makes the most fragrant roses I have ever smelled. (side note : my father in law burries bananas skins in the soil at their feet) I enjoyed it for a whole week, in the living room, and after a long week, it looked a bit tired.

Then was the perfect moment for me to capture its beauty. Its dark & velvety beauty. This is what it looked like when I decided to take photos. (please note that it was not staged, the solitary vase was on my kitchen table & this is where all these photos were taken from)

Loved the details on the stem.

Silky & powdery seeds in her heart.

Thick layers, like a skirt or a tutu.

Such a beautiful palette of colors & of textures ...

Wrinkled and soft, dried up and still so beautiful. So much wisdom to witness in one single decaying flower.

When I take such photos, it is only to convey that there is extreme, even a little darker, deeper or sadder, beauty in these flowers in decay. For me, they express so much more movement & texture, they have a more artistic appeal at this stage of their life. (of course fresh flowers are very beautiful too, that's not what I mean) 

It also inspired me something that I hadn't done in a long while (though I enjoy it immensely). I'll share it in a future post.

Thanks for taking time to stop by & read.
In my previous post, I didn't mean to vex anyone by saying that blogging is not what it used to be. Things have changed, not only in the blogging world, I should be accepting it as it is now, instead of regretting what it used to be.
I should be extremely grateful for the handful of faithful readers who decide to stick with me, instead of wishing for a larger readership. Please accept my apology, and my gratitude.