Christina Parker Photography

"Preserving Time for Generations to Come"

Day 63, June 30, 2011

‘Tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes!
~William Wordsworth, “Lines Written in Early Spring,” Lyrical Ballads, 1798

This picture was taken with the use of a gold reflector, that bounced the light back into the leaf.    What a difference it made!



Day 62, 365 Photo Project, ~June 29, 2011 June 29, 2011

“I’ve been doing a lot of abstract painting lately, extremely abstract. No brush, no paint, no canvas, I just think about it.”  ~Stephen Wright

 The assignment, to create an abstract photograph.   I like this one well enough, that I could actually blow it up and hang in on my wall.    Christina


Day 61, 365 Photo Project, ~June 28, 2011 June 28, 2011

One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides. ~W.E. Johns, The Passing Show

How can anyone be blue, when looking at this beautiful blue composite flowers?  I’ll have to find the name of it again, I took many photographs this morning at my mom’s garden, and sacrificed my limbs for the mosquitoes! was well worth it!!  Christina


Day 60, 365 Photo Project, ~June 27, 2011 June 27, 2011

“Where flowers bloom so does hope.”  – Lady Bird Johnson, Public Roads: Where FLowers Bloom

Hiking in the Kananaskis today with a bunch of children from school, I took this wildflower picture.   Discovering the website just now, called, I can now tell you that this flower’s name is
“Maximilian’s Sunflower”.  It can even grow up to 8 ft tall!  Christina



Day 59, 365 Photo Project, ~June 26, 2011 June 26, 2011

“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. “~Emily Dickinson



Day 58, 365 Photo Project, ~June 25, 2011 June 25, 2011

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” Take it or Leaf it”   


Day 57, 365 Photo Project, ~June 24, 2011 June 24, 2011

“She sat down in a weed patch, her elbows on her knees, and kept her eyes on the small sterious world of the ground. In the shade and sun of grass blade forests, small living things had their metropolis.” – Nancy Price