Tina never could understand my fascination with squatting in the garden and waiting for just the right moment for a picture to appear. Staring like I had lost my mind at a single bud on a rose bush filled with buds, the camera with a huge zoom focused on that single flower waiting... for a bee, a butterfly, or a drop of water to form after a morning rain.
I printed and framed this picture and gave it to a friend for Christmas who loved our Brigadoon Roses. She loved the picture. I have always liked the picture. I tried to catch the drop JUST as it fell, but missed it. Can't always get just the shot you want. LOL.
Then there was this picture of the Mushrooms. My male friends LIKE The picture and my female friends all (mostly all) say Eww, nasty.
I like the combinations of the subdued colors. The various shades of browns and grays. I also like the various textures as they blend and contrast. The hardness of the wooden textures and the soft ground, and the suggestion of the rubbery texture of the mushroom and the delicate underbelly. You know it will feel nasty if you grab it.
Yeah, I'm a bit weird, but you know it's gonna be almost slimey if you give it a squeeze. 
