One of the benefits of photography is the ability to create beautiful art for our homes and offices, to gift and to display in art shows, for business and charity. All of those thousands upon thousands of landscape photos can quickly be turned into art on canvas, metal, photo-poster-storyboards and more. Our own Promise Gardens allow us to photograph any time, any season, any hour and use them to create beautiful “Art on Canvas” as well as a backdrop for portrait photography. As Master Gardeners and lovers of Creation and Nature’s beauty, we take full advantage of every opportunity to capture the seasons here at JayJacy Photography in our Promise Gardens. This season we create “The Art on Canvas in Infrared” and “Mixed Media” in all of its diverse designs. This image is from the “Art on Canvas” series of “Spring Blossoms at Sunrise-Sunset” in our Promise Gardens.
“The Art of Flowers”
“Spring Blossoms at Sunrise-Sunset”
Spring is showing its glory early this year with blooming lilacs, flowering fruit trees and color popping out all over. We are seeing such beauty in the Promise Gardens and as we prepare for the garden show we look forward to a larger and more beautiful show for 2017. We anticipate a majestic display when flowers and peonies showoff their colors and beauty in late April and early May. It is one of our favorite times of the year for capturing nature which it turn makes beautiful art for our “Art on Canvas” Collection. Get those cameras ready for a spectacular display of this Spring’s blooming season.
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SPRING. Frost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots? Tips of tender green, Leaf, or blade, or sheath; Telling of the hidden life That breaks forth underneath, Life nursed in its grave by Death.
Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly, Drips the soaking rain, By fits looks down the waking sun: Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap, put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.
“Here’s a thorny rose: will you wear it an hour,
Till the petals drop apart still fresh and pink and sweet?
Till the petals drop from the drooping perished flower,
And only the graceless thorns are left of it.”
“Nay, I have another rose sprung in another garden,
Another rose which sweetens all the world for me.
Be you a tenderer mistress and be you a warier warden
Of your rose, as sweet as mine, and full as fair to see.”
“Nay, a bud once plucked there is no reviving,
Nor is it worth your wearing now, nor worth indeed my own;
The dead to the dead, and the living to the living.
It’s time I go within, for it’s time now you were gone.”
(Christina G. Rossetti)
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