Creativity is Crimson

Nursery Rhymes

And so it begins. The flower pandemic. 

You see, my poor unfortunate dearies, this seems to be the year of the macro for me. Macro + Oregon Spring/Summer + sadistic gardening mother = FLOWERS EVERYWHERE. 

And so, you simply must know that it was fairly... unavoidable, shall I say? On the other hand, at  least I'm learning. :) Learning is good. And so, to pass by this latest nursery hunt much less painfully (I hope at least), I'm going to chunk this petaled babies up by color.

Be prepared, you poor things.   

Mothra

This poor little guy had half is wing torn off. I found him within a foot from my droolly hound of destruction, and had no choice but to swoop him and save him. I'm glad I did, but boy, was he mad.

Hey Kitty, Kitty...

Annnnnnnnnnnd, touched up a bit. That glass was, pardon me, hell. Here's the edited version.A Little lighter, a little less... smudgy. 

Guess What I took Pictures Of?!

Abstract-ey. I like it. :3 (Above!)

Halfsies

This, my dears, is Halfsies- barn cat extraordinaire. 

Apple Time

Above almost everything, I absolutely love apples. And apple blossoms. And apple pie. And goodness, it  goes on and on. So here's the latest byproduct of our lovely fantastic horizontally parallel apple tree. 

Annnnnnmd, a couple of pretties located directly below said tree. :)