The daffodil has to be the most optimistic of flowers. It arrives early in the year with exuberant cheerfulness to wake us from our winter slumbers. What lies behind that optimism in the heart of the daffodil? Does she groan under the burden of cheer she carries? Is she putting on a face she doesn’t feel? Is it lonely being first? OR Is does that cheerfulness run deep? Does gratitude for the morning sun shine on her face as it does in her heart? Does she choose to see the good in the world and relish her responsibility of light bringer and messenger of hope?
Nikon D7000 | Lens AF-S Micro-Nikkor 105mm f/2.8 IF-ED
f/59 | 1/250 | ISO 500 | RAW
Nikon SB-910 AH Speedlight | FlashBender
I shot this with the narrowest of DoF to try and just focus on that cheerful ruffle and blur the rest. There are numerous textures applied, all of which I purchased from French Kiss. Being an anglophone, I am not sure why this daffodil spoke to me in French, but speak she did so I used an image from a 1903 postcard of the tour Eiffel and some antique french script to augment.