The fetishism and the photography of the colored flower is an emotional tale.

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The flower is painted by nature as a person is not a flower, but a flowering person. The first time I came across the colorful flower it was like, someone had laid a cloth of color on the branches of a tree. These flowers, which are compounded of a mixture of purple, pink, blue and white, appear to gild every season afresh.

The flower normally exists in bunches on bushes or trees. Its flower is made of colorful pieces of silk. The minute the sun rays fall on the petals a kaleidoscope of fire will be reflected on them. At these two hours the beauty of the coloured flower receives another aspect both in the morning when the petals were wet with dew, and in the afternoon sun playing on the colours. Looking at the coloured flower, I feel that the nature revealed me its sweet heart.

The flower is beautiful and is not only a representation of beauty, but also is a brain calmer. Its light density, balancing size with the leaves, and natural smell ease the heart in a blink. These tiny colored spots in nature add some dose of tranquility to our hectic lifestyle and weariness.

Flowers are rather a great topic when it comes to photography because they are colorful. Personally I prefer taking photographs of these flowers at early morning or during cloudy days. The light color of the petals appears darker in the faint light and the shadow of light on the flower makes the picture more real. The shape of the flower petals and the weave on it are well perceived in a low-angle picture. It may so happen that a butterfly or a bee sitting besides the flower also gets into my frame that is touching a life to the picture.

One day when I went on photo trip in the rainy season, I observed some colored flowers that had rainwater dripping down the branches of a tree each after the other. One of my favourite shots in photography is a close up one that was taken during that period. That picture looks like it has no words and is not a wordless tale of the color, light and water.

The beauty of colored flower just as it adorns the nature, is arousing those silent feelings in us. By his photography, we do not only take a picture, but the photography kind of entails a conversation with nature. This flower reminds that beauty does not always come as a surprise, but it is also possible to feel it. Then again, as it turns out, Rang Phul is more than a flower to me, it is a nature poem.

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