I’ve been walking in the woods near my work all this week, waiting for the weather to be right and these golden flowers to start opening up. Today was the day that this happened, pockets of sunshine shone through the trees onto these fresh new daffodils, creating the most vibrant yellows, golds and oranges I’ve think I’ve seen for ages… perhaps it was the contrast of the dead winter leaves that added to the impact.
As far as I can work out from ‘Googling’, I believe that these are Tenby Daffodils (Narcissus obvallaris).
Whilst on my quest for knowledge I stumbled across a poem by William Wordsworth on this very subject, so here it is:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth
John Washington says:
Very nice creative work. I wil probably get slated for this, but it is really refreshing when you come across photographers such as yourself who are seeing nature like this rather than technical brilliant but boring standard macro shots. These shots work because they are very graphic and symbolic.
February 24th, 2005 @ 8:11 am