After yesterday's gloom, clouds, and a bit of sparse, soft rain, I woke up early this morning and found the world completely changed.
It was bright and sunny, with a bunch of roses staring at me from the garden wall.
The cat called Tzvrtchak was resting on the metal, old-fashioned garbage can that isn't used for garbage anymore. Hmm, I have no idea for what is used, actually. The thing is just standing there like some kind of empty monument. The active garbage cans are made of plastic and each one has a different color.
Some of these yellow roses haven't spread their petals yet.
Some leaves were almost as intensely yellow as the flowers.
The foliage was mostly green though.
I photographed some roses from different angles and positions. It was cool to see them in different lights. With a bit of backlight involved, the scene always looks more dramatic.
Sometimes the light was the same, but the background was changing. This rose was first photographed with the blue car of my neighbor's tourists behind it. That backdrop added a bit of elegant blue feeling to the shot.
When I changed a bit the angle and position, the stop sign from the nearest crossroad ended up in the picture, floating like the rising sun above the flower.
Some branches had more fruits than flowers ...
... and some leaves had red veins.
Very lovely red veins.
A cobweb was hanging from the top of one of the branches.
The structure looked beautiful in the morning light.
I searched for the spider, and I found him ...
... hidden among some brown, dry parts of the rose, near the edge of the web.
This brown leaf fell from the plant but didn't reach the ground. It was caught by the sticky thread ...
... and since the gentle wind was constantly blowing, that leaf was continuously twirling on the breeze.
Nearby, I noticed a small insect on the large petal. Some Ichneumon wasp.
I had a macro lens but was in my pocket, not on the camera, so I couldn't get a good shot of an even smaller wasp on the same petal.
This clumsy, muddled crop is all I can show you.
When I got the lens mounted and ready, the minuscule wasp flew away and the Ichneumon one was hidden in the folding of the neighboring petal. After a bit of moving and fighting with thorns, I was able to take this proper macro photograph.
Meanwhile, the leaf was still twirling.
Tzvrtchak was on the same old garbage can.
She was yawning from time to time, and each yawn looked like a mighty Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer roar.
These two yellow leaves fell from the Celtis australis tree that spreads its branches above the gate to my yard. The leaves got caught by the sticky threads of some spider and glued to the metal fence door.
This big black fly entered the scene and enhanced the composition.
While the yellow roses were juicy and prosperous...
... not far from there, the red ones looked pretty dead and dry ...
... and yes, the brown leaf was still busy twirling.
The desiccated red roses, with petals fragile like ancient paper, still looked beautiful.
On the humid leaf under one of those roses, some small insect left its old, empty skin.
This photograph was taken from outside the yard. That's how some of my roses look from the street. Like prisoners peeking from their cage.
Here you can see the young bud almost ready to spread the petals, while on the following shot ...
... two fruits are posing for the camera.
All this happened early in the morning. I'm in my room right now. It's dark outside and it looks like months had passed since then. The morning felt like springtime and this night is dense and heavy as the first days of winter. I remember the flowers, the spider, and the insects like characters from some movie I saw long ago. Who knows what they are doing now. Sleeping?
Well, that brown leaf is probably still twirling. Can't imagine him doing something else.
I'm yawning like Tzvrtchak now. It's time to sleep. Good night.
As always in these posts on HIVE, the photographs are my work.