It must be the time of year. Dead hibiscus all around, and so interesting to photograph. Image: Su Leslie, 2017
Six Word Saturday: another day, another dead hibiscus flower
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It must be the time of year. Dead hibiscus all around, and so interesting to photograph. Image: Su Leslie, 2017
Zimmerbitch 
Beauty in both life and death.
janet
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Thanks Janet. I’m so glad you see that too.
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I have so many photos of dead plants in winter (or fall) and they definitely have a certain beauty.
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How did you arrange this shot… the surrounding texture around and over the hibiscus?
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I shot it on black felt, slightly under-exposed, and did some editing in Snapseed. The scratched texture is a filter in Snapseed. 🙂
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Oh, thought you used Photoshop. Beautiful shot!
Can’t do this with my 10 year old cell phone. I’m old school all the way, which is sometimes a pain in the butt!
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I have Photoshop, but haven’t learned to use it. I find that there are so many good apps around, and if the images are going to be posted online, the apps work fine (and are easy to use).
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They are a breath of flower heaven.
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Thank you Sally. I appreciate that you can see that their beauty only changes not dies.
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Intriguing title. Beautiful photo.
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Hibiscus flowers are one of my very favourites. Your picture is amazing, I like how the flowers roll themselves up when they wither.
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Thank you so much Sarah. I wish I could send you a nice big bright live bloom to add some extra spring colour to your world. 🙂
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Thank you, Su! I would so much love to have such a lovely live bloom to look at right now! 🙂 xxxxxx ❤
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Even in death they are lovely, Su.
Leslie
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Thank you Leslie. I’m fascinated with the changing shape and the way they curl in on themselves.
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Wow that’s exquisite. I agree, they are so interesting to photograph. The colours deepen and the texture changes.
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Thanks so much. My office is becoming a bit of a flower cemetery as I watch various blooms die and disintegrate.
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Ah! You’ve reminded me I have three disintegrating flowers waiting for me to shoot!
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When I was pregnant with my oldest I found myself confined to bedrest in the hospital. My husband brought me flowers a few times – tulips and daffodils. I loved watching them change. I even loved them when they were dead and in the vase. The nurses thought it was depressing but I thought they were beautiful. There is beauty in the full bloom and in the decayed blossom. Your photo is lovely.
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I totally agree; we are so conditioned to think that beauty is “perfection” and ignore so much that is wonderful around us.
I hate being confined to bed and would have been the worst patient ever! I was ready to go home about an hour after my son’s birth and had to be persuaded to stay overnight at the hospital. Ironically, I was the oldest woman on the ward (the slightly older one having been more forceful with the nurses and actually gone home already).
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It was pretty miserable. But we made it 6 more weeks and he was born at 29 weeks weighing in at 2 lbs. 8 1/2 oz. Now he is my 18 year old, soon to be 19 year old missionary son. I was on bedrest with my second son also but made it to my schedule c-section. My third son was born 11 years later and they had a new treatment so I wasn’t on bedrest, just lots of restrictions. That was so much easier. He was still born about 5 weeks early and spent some time in the NICU. Being stuck in bed is really hard.
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Oh gosh; that is so tiny. I think you were getting lots of angel kisses during your pregnancies — invisible ones.
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Thank you Su! Yes, he was tiny. Such a miracle, lots of them.
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