This dock in Peachland reflects a very serene scene. In summertime it's the exact opposite; laden with bodies, you'll barely be able to see the dock, or Okanagan Lake for that matter, because of the popularity among locals and tourists alike.
Against a glittery backdrop.... here's Nerine!
I think it's a pretty name, but you don't hear that flower name used much as a given first name for girls, like: Lily, Jasmine, Daisy, Willow, Holly, Iris, Rose, Violet.
If you're lucky and have a sweetheart partner, you may be called Buttercup or Sweetpea.
Your Grandpa might be a Poppy.
Nobody wants to be called a Pansy.
In land of the rising sun fashion, here's a twig of pussy willow with a cuddly catkin highlighted. It looks warm, but it's not the real sun in the background. It's the essence of the sun emulated by a flash and coloured posterboard. Still makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside nonetheless.
I've found white flowers the most difficult so far to photograph. It's hard to avoid them looking flat when they're lit up. And they always need some cleanup; stray pollen grains, bits of fuzz stuck on the petals.... things you don't see until you look at it through a macro lens! Q-tips come in handy. So do small fingers with a dainty touch.