Sunlit Milkweed Pod

Milkweed Pod

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Tramadol Order Cod By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.
~ Robert A. Heinlein

go to site I wouldn’t be autumn without a photo session with a milkweed pod, recently split open, and spilling its many feathery light seeds into the world. Even as I was shooting, a light breeze picked up many of the seeds and sent them sailing into the sky.

https://www.rmporrua.com/2oogvv97eu I was lucky to be shooting early in the morning, when the winds had not yet turned strong and the morning sun rays illuminated the milk pods in its golden light.

https://hereisnewyorkv911.org/ur8ies3yxxs Milkweed seeds are closely associated with my business name, Seeded Earth.

https://www.iql-nog.com/2025/01/19/l8ck5e3l1 I began taking macro-photographs of the many autumn seeds in a nearby prairie in early October, 2007, and really took my first prolonged look at a few of the millions of seeds covering the earth. At the time I thought of how the earth was a “seeded earth”. When the time came to choose the name of my first blog, one in which I planned to feature a daily photograph of nature, the name “Seeded Earth Photography” came to mind.

Macro Milkweed Exploding Seeds

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Study in White

In White

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follow site Hard to believe it is almost time to say goodbye to the month of September.  Soon the flowers will disappear from the gardens, but there will still be photographs to remind us of their beauty. It is easy to walk past a garden bursting with colors and textures, and never see an individual flower. But when the eye studies a single bloom, there is much to see. I love how all the simple parts join to give this flower a stunning visual presence.

Buy Diazepam Teva I photographed this white flower, identity unknown, in early September at Olbrich Botanical Gardens in Madison Wisconsin.

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A Photograph with a Story

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see Often I am so focused on the plants in the gardens, I don’t spend much time interacting with other visitors. We exchange smiles and hellos, and we go on our separate ways. But this man stopped me as I was setting up a photo, and asked if he could ask me some questions. Expecting questions about my camera or lenses, I nodded and continued to adjust my tripod.

Buy Diazepam Europe “I saw you back there, sitting on the bricks in that garden. You were staring at the plants,” he stated.

https://www.mssbizsolutions.com/h6d8dqs This wasn’t the conversation I was expecting, but he was polite and he was wearing a tweed jacket in the 85˚ heat. I’m not sure why I think tweed jackets vouch for a gentleman’s conversation, but I do. I stopped and listened more carefully.

https://www.frolic-through-life.com/2025/01/q61qa8w1 “So what were you doing? You weren’t resting. There was a bench right there. Not pulling weeds.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Most people your age, um, I mean no disrespect, but your generation, they don’t sit on the ground looking at eggplants.” He raised his eyebrows quizzically, and I laughed out loud as he “pulled a face” – the description my grandfather once used when describing the faces I made.

I agreed again. “No, not too many people study eggplants, sitting on the sidewalk. Grocery store’s more likely.”

“So were you praying or just looking mighty hard at that eggplant?” He thought a second, and said in a whisper, “Guess might be ’bout same thing.”

I smiled again. Seemed everything he said made me smile. I told him I was studying the way the leaves wound around some of the stems. I was looking at the way the sunlight cast leafy shadows on the plants and comparing the different shades of green with the rusty spots left by bugs of some sort.

“Thought you might be a real one.” He grinned at me as I frowned. “You know, a photographer. You ever take pictures of benches?”

I told him I enjoyed photographing benches, doors, paths, that sort of thing. Especially in gardens.

He nodded. Turned serious.

“I was sitting on that bench over there awhile, the one half under that tree.” I looked where he pointed. “I sit there some days, just sit and look. Talk to an old friend. Not out loud.” He cast his eyes toward the pavement. “That wouldn’t look right.”

 When his gaze returned to me, he saw the question in my eyes.

“He was a good friend of mine. We were in the Marines together, fought in the “Big One”. Enlisted together, got discharged together, came home to Madison together. Married, had kids, grandkids, huh, great-grandkids. All that.

“After we retired, we’d walk this garden, talk. It was quiet. We liked quiet. You go look. That bench, it’s a memorial to my friend. You might take a picture sometime.”

I asked if he wanted his photo taken on the bench. He shook his head.

I picked up my camera gear and walked over to the bench. I looked back, he nodded at me, did a quick salute, and walked away.

I sat down awhile, studied the bench, looked around, then I took a picture of his bench.

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The Red Stem

Red Stem

Red Stem © 2011 Bo Mackison

It is a good idea to be alone in the garden at dawn or dusk so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.   ~ James Douglas

When I study this photograph, it gives me a feeling of being supported.

I see the red stem divide to support the two-lobed, dew soaked leaf. I see the leaf, waving in a steady breeze. I see the stem sway back and forth, absorbing nature’s forces. The leaf has such a magnificent support system in place.

A single leaf has adequate support.

Surely I also have a support system in place, perhaps invisible or unnoticed, but strong and flexible nonetheless.

‘Be Happy’ Dahlia

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‘Be Happy’ Dahlia

 “Be grateful for those who give us happiness; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls bloom.” ~ Marcel Proust

I found this charming dahlia at Olbrich Gardens yesterday morning while taking the last few photographs for a big project. I had to stop and take a break from “Big Project” — which is more than I bargained for anyway — so I could photograph this dainty dahlia.

When I checked the flower’s  ID plate, I laughed out loud. Her name is “Be Happy” Dahlia — how great is that? This is the kind of flower that just begs you to smile and start humming a happy tune. I’m not much of a heart lover, but I do love the little hearts tucked into the petals. They seem perfectly placed, and match the flower-induced smile.

This is an appropriate photograph for today because it’s a celebration day in our family. Today is the birthday of the guy I married a million years ago — well, to be correct it was really only 12,867 days ago! (I just added up all those days — WOW!)

Wishing my Sherpa, who brings much happiness into my life, a very happy birthday!

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Bo Mackison is a photographer and the owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC.  Bo is humming today while she does her work. “Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Sherpa, Happy Birthday to you!”