I love irises. I love their deep purple blooms, spread out in a dense and gloriously messy carpet. I love their sturdy stems which resist the wind: These are no delicate dahlias, no teetering tulips. I especially love their sense of timing: Just when you think that Spring Will Never Come, the irises bloom.
But for all these things that I love about irises, I hate how hard they are to photograph. Is it their shape, which seems to go in all directions at once? By the time my crop accommodates the whole bloom, I’ve got lots of extraneous stuff in there as well.
Is it the depth of each blossom, which invites an equivalent depth of field, bringing distracting bits beside them and behind them into distracting focus?
I. Do. Not. Know.
I do know that my best result this morning came from focusing, as it were, on just the colour, and taking shape out of it altogether.
They make a beautiful spread out there in my garden in all their glorious messiness. I just can’t share it with you.