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Glow-in-the-Dark Mums and Daisies (1 of 3)

From “Pitch Black” in The Secret Lives of Color by Kassia St. Clair:

“Pitch black is the most fearsome kind of darkness. For humans, fear of it, perhaps lingering from the days before we could reliably make fire, is universal and ancient. In the dark we become acutely aware of our limitations as a species: our senses of smell and hearing are too blunt to be of much use in navigating the world, our bodies are soft, and we cannot outpace predators. Without sight, we are vulnerable. Our terror is so visceral we are wont to see nighttime as pitch black, even when it isn’t. Thanks to the moon, the stars, and, more recently, fire and electricity, nights so dark that we cannot see anything are rare, and we know that, sooner or later, the sun will rise again…. Perhaps this is why we experience night, figuratively at least, as more than just an absence of light….

“The most eloquent expression of humanity’s fear of pitch black is also one of the oldest. It comes from the Book of the Dead, the Egyptian funerary text used for about 1,500 years until around 50 B.C. Finding himself in the underworld, Osiris, the scribe Ani, describes it thus:

“‘What manner [of land] is this into which I have come? It hath not water, it hath not air; it is deep, unfathomable, it is black as the blackest night, and men wander helplessly therein.'”

From “Portrait of the Artist” in Eleven Days Before Spring: Poems by JoEllen Kwiatek:

The blonde moon grows whiter
as it rises in the spring sky
which is delicate as a watercolor.
Spring is late this year.
I notice the first leaves growing
in curly on the shorn branches poised
as sprigs. For a while, they garnish
the moon. For a while, the difference
between foreground and background is
most obvious as that between the dark
loaded hills and faint sky. I love
the moment of contrast —

though it’s hard to achieve….


Hello!

I haven’t done a photos-on-black-background series in a while, so I decided to pick a few of the chrysanthemum and daisy photos I’ve been posting since late 2024 and do just that. It had been long enough since I’d done this work that it took me a minute to remember how to get results that I like. Once “muscle-memory” took over, however, I got a little carried away (as one does!) and ended up picking 68 photos (to split among three posts) for black-background treatment. Given that February was a lousy winter-weather month here in the Southeast — many million raindrops, much wind, and extremely small temperatures — staying warm and dry at my desk with my canine assistant snoozing at my feet seemed like a good way to spend my time.

I originally took all these mum and daisy photos during several trips to Oakland Cemetery on cloudy days that were bright enough to enhance the colors and textures of these flowers without creating any harsh shadows — making them ideal for black-backgrounding. On black, the original colors — which I didn’t enhance for these variations — appear to be more luminous or phosphorescent, like, you know, things that glow in the dark. In some cases, I kept stems and leaves in the final image, something that worked when they were as well-focused as the flowers and their colors were as luminous as those of the flowers.

Here’s the full-color version of one of the photos I previously posted, whose black-background rendering is one of my favorites in this series:

To convert this to a photo with a black background, Lightroom has several tools I can pick from to select the subject, background, or individual objects in the image. Sounds great; and you might think that using the background selection tool here would recognize that all the stones are behind the plants, and the rest is in the foreground (or is the subject). But the application doesn’t think like you do, and has its own magical mystery for deciding which parts constitute the background, probably based on slight differences in focus or contrast at the pixel level that our eyes may not register. So when I ask Lightroom to select the background, here’s what it chooses…

… as indicated by the fluorescent green overlay that covers the stones but also covers some of the flower petals and leaves. If I simply convert that to black, I end up with something that, shall we say, doesn’t meet my artistic needs:

One of the steps in this workflow, then — the one that takes the most time — is to carefully mouse-erase any part of the mask that covers something I want to show in the photo. I’m not complaining, mind you — there’s something both relaxing and immersive about “un-painting” parts of these photographs to gradually reveal what I want — but having done so many of these over the years, I find it interesting that the human and the computer can’t get a little closer to each other in identifying the subject (or background) of an image.

Here you can follow the transition from background selection, to converting the background to black, then to the final image after I expose additional flower petals and the stems and leaves leading to the upper right corner. To get that result means erasing black from nearly every flower petal, leaf, and stem in the photo. Patience is a virtue here, but the final result is usually worth the effort.

It’s been about five years since the first time I tried to create these images on black backgrounds — which isn’t to suggest it’s some discovery of mine, just that I had to discover it for myself. I also had to learn how I wanted the images to end out, given that it’s easy to use several Lightroom or Photoshop tools to create blended dark backgrounds that aren’t necessarily pure black. I aim for consistently pure black for the backgrounds — a result that isn’t possible to achieve naturally. While you might be able to simulate a black background with clever placement of studio lighting or with flash photography, those techniques are likely to produce gradations of black or include reflected color from the subject onto the black sections of the photographs.


While working on this batch of photos, I suddenly remembered “Paint by Number” kits I had as a kid. I don’t know if anyone does these today, but Paint by Number was popular during the 1960s and 1970s. Each kit consisted of oil paints, brushes, and a canvas or thick cardboard printed with a numbered outline of the subject you were painting. The oil paints in the kit were numbered to match the outline — so you could pick the right color and create your own (alleged) masterpiece.

There was a variation of Paint by Number — called “Velvet Painting” — where the canvas or cardboard was covered with a stretched black velvet cloth… so you could create, for example, a painting of flowers on a black background. You had to be very patient with your brushwork, however, because the textured surface of the velvet could cause colors to bleed into each other or leave your subject with rough edges. Maybe that’s where I learned to be patient with my Lightroom work, but it was also an early visual experience that showed me what happens to our color perception when we isolate the subject of an image on a black background.

The more things change….

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Mums in Yellow, Orange, and Gold (3 of 3)

From “An Impression of Chrysanthemums” in Chrysanthemum (Botanical) by Twigs Way:

“One of several Japanese exhibitions of the early nineteenth century, [the ‘Japan-British Exhibition’ of 1910] was driven by Japan’s desire to improve public relations and encourage tourism following the renewal of the Anglo-Japanese Alliance. Based at White City in London, it was the largest foreign exposition that the empire of Japan had ever participated in and lasted over five months. There were more than 2,000 exhibitors of arts, crafts and technology housed alongside two large Japanese gardens complete with tea tents where the famous tea ceremony was enacted….

“These gardens were designed as authentic Japanese gardens rather than the hybrid Anglo-Japanese style that had already infiltrated both England and France, and they were constructed from scratch at the exhibition site. Trees, shrubs, wooden buildings, bridges, and even stones, were brought in from Japan as well as the actual designers and gardeners. The two gardens were named the Garden of the Floating Isle (replete with Japanese tea-house) and the Garden of Peace. Although not rich in flowers, instead focusing on the ‘architectural’ elements and layout of a traditional Japanese garden, they gave further impetus to quasi-Japanese gardens and planting in England….

“Visited by 8 million people between 14 May and 29 October, they gave a boost to the popularity of plants such as the orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, all of which began to appear in even the most ‘popular’ of gardening books. In 1911 the Chokushi-Mon (Gateway of the Imperial Messenger) from the exhibition was moved to Kew Gardens, where its stylized flower and animal carving can still be seen, including of course the chrysanthemum emblem.”

From “The Old Tea Master of Kyoto” by Antoinette Rotan Peterson in Lotus and Chrysanthemum: An Anthology of Chinese and Japanese Poetry, selected and edited by Joseph Lewis French:

Our race has given to the world
A matchless art in all things small.
This lacquered box with dragonflies impearled
And gold chrysanthemums against a wall
Of silvery rocks where runs a quail to cover
Upon a ground of purest cinnabar,
Shall we not rightly reverence it
And make our conversation fit
The artist’s great achievement over
A strange intractable material,
The ceremonial tea occasion gives
For studious contemplation of the arts
And never bidden guest departs
But feels anew that Beauty lives
With power to lift man’s hearts….


Hello!

This is the last of three posts featuring photographs of late-2024 mums from Oakland Cemetery’s gardens showing off their yellow, orange, and gold colors. The first post is Mums in Yellow, Orange, and Gold (1 of 3) and the second post is Mums in Yellow, Orange, and Gold (2 of 3).

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Mums in Yellow, Orange, and Gold (2 of 3)

From “In Peace and War” in Chrysanthemum (Botanical) by Twigs Way:

“The first mention of chrysanthemums being exhibited in America is in the rather unglamorous periodical the New England Farmer of 26 November 1830. This gave a report of chrysanthemums being shown at the Massachusetts Horticultural Society on 20 November of that year, including some well-known ‘English’ varieties including ‘Tasseled White’, ‘Park’s Small Yellow’, ‘Quilled Lilac’, ‘Quilled White’ and ‘Golden Lotus’….

“The cultivar namings indicate that the origin of the chrysanthemum infiltration was most likely England and not direct from China or Japan or via the continent. An American catalogue of 1857 refers to the ‘magnificent seminal varieties’ latterly produced in Europe (thanks to the special trading relationship with Japan and China) and goes on to indicate that chrysanthemums were now filling the gardens of the middle and southern states, where they supplied ‘one of the principal adornments by an ever-varying display of beauty during the autumnal period when most other plants present us only [with] the remains of departed verdure’….

“Names of varieties available by 1857 indicate an influx of European varieties by this period alongside the original English colonists; these varieties included ‘Duchess d’Abrantes’, ‘Grand Napoleon’, ‘Guillaume Tell’, ‘General Lafont de Villiers’ and ‘La Superba’, alongside the English ‘Annie Salter’, ‘Annie Henderson’ and the ‘Cloth of Gold’ (a suitably fine yellow colour)….”

From “Soothsayer” by Mary Ursula Bethell in An Anthology of Twentieth-Century New Zealand Poetry, selected by Vincent O’Sullivan:

I walked about the garden in the evening,
And thought: How Autumn lingers —
Still a few gold chrysanthemums —
Still one late rose —
The old blackbird still has voice.

I walked back down the pathway,
The evening light lay gently on the orchard;
Then I saw a redness on the peach boughs,
And bulb-spears pushing upwards,

And heard the old blackbird whistle —
‘Get ready. Get ready. Get ready.
Quick. Quick. Spring.’


Hello!

This is the second of three posts featuring photographs of mums I took at Oakland Cemetery’s gardens whose colors include shades of yellow, orange, and gold. The first post is Mums in Yellow, Orange, and Gold (1 of 3).

In the quotation at the top of this post, I added search-links for each of the flower variants mentioned by the author, many from the horticultural journal New England Farmer, which began publishing in the early 19th century. The number of images varies quite a bit (possibly some of the names are no longer commonly used), but many of the flowers by those unusual names are quite fetching. I especially liked Quilled Lilac and Quilled White with their lacy flower petals — two plants I’ve never seen before but would surely like to encounter somewhere.

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Mums in Yellow, Orange, and Gold (1 of 3)

From “Smuggling Tea and Chrysanthemums” in Chrysanthemum (Botanical) by Twigs Way:

“In 1796 William Curtis (1746–1799), botanical writer and editor of the Botanical Magazine, widely known as Curtis’s Botanical Magazine, announced in that publication the arrival in England of the ornamental and highly valuable acquisition for all flower fanciers, the ‘Indian’ chrysanthemum or (in the classical language of botanists) the Chrysanthemum indicum….

“Setting aside the casual manner in which plants from ‘the East’ were regularly assigned to some mythical all-encompassing ‘India’, it seems almost incredible that the flower so beloved of the East had not made its way to England prior to the late eighteenth century. However, that is exactly what Curtis went on to suggest and although there has subsequently been some confusion over ‘when is a chrysanthemum not a chrysanthemum’, Curtis’s claim to have been the herald of the first true florists’ chrysanthemum on English soil remains largely unchallenged and oft repeated….


“In fact flowers named ‘chrysanthemum’ had been described in the numerous ‘herbals’ and ‘plant histories’ well before the eighteenth century, as might be expected given that the term literally meant ‘gold flower’.”

From “Gold Chrysanthemums” by Hattori Ransetsu in Enjoying More Poetry, compiled by R. K. Sadler:

Gold chrysanthemums!
White chrysanthemums! 
Others need not be mentioned.


Hello!

This is the first of three posts featuring photographs of mums I took at Oakland Cemetery’s gardens whose colors include shades of yellow, orange, and gold. Unlike the yellow ones I posted previously (see White and Yellow, Mums and Daisies (1 of 3)) — which show soft yellow and white shades that were common to early or native mum variations — the mums in these images exhibit years of selective breeding that produced new (and sometimes astonishing) flower colors and color combinations. In addition to the apparent yellow and orange colors you see among these flowers, my Color Slurp utility reveals their variations of gold — many of which are among the shades of gold described on Wikipedia.

PlantNet identifies all the flowers in this series as either Chrysanthemum × morifolium or Chrysanthemum indicum — both of which commonly appear around here as late as early winter and tolerate dropping temperatures very well. According to my research assistant ClaudeAI, they can withstand the cold temperatures — including falls below freezing at night — because their stems contain chemical compounds that act like biological antifreeze that keeps the cellular structure of the stems, leaves, and flowers from breaking down. As the plant detects lowering temperatures, it responds by generating more and more of these protective chemicals and pushes them throughout its cells. ClaudeAI described this anti-freezing mechanism as “really clever” — which, I suppose, it actually is!

I was going to name this post “There’s Gold in Them Thar Mums” — after the phrase “There’s gold in them thar hills” — but thought that might be a little too corny, even for me. But, as one does, I started wondering about the genesis of that phrase. I only remembered it from Looney Tunes and Bugs Bunny cartoons (having absorbed hundreds of them as a kid), and didn’t even know it was attributed to a non-cartoon human named M. F. Stephenson.

Stephenson was a miner during the Georgia Gold Rush that lasted from 1829 until the 1840s, a rush that was second only to California’s Gold Rush in significance and the volume of precious metals extracted from the north Georgia mountains. He coined the phrase not only so Bugs Bunny could use it in the 1950s and 60s, but as part of a speech encouraging other prospectors to hit up the Georgia mountains rather than travel for months from Georgia to California. The New Georgia Encyclopedia has a nice summary of Georgia’s gold rush era, if you’d like to read more about it.

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White and Yellow, Mums and Daisies (3 of 3)

From “An Impression of Chrysanthemums” in Chrysanthemum (Botanical) by Twigs Way:

“Among the bouquet of chrysanthemum-loving French Impressionists was the artist and gardener Gustave Caillebotte (1848–1894)…. From an upper-class family background in Paris, he had started painting and drawing when the family bought a second country property in Yerres, also to the south of Paris….

“Caillebotte’s most famous image of chrysanthemums, painted in 1893 (now in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York), was titled
Chrysanthemums in the Garden at Petit-Gennevilliers, making it clear that these are plants grown in the gardens and not bought in as a still-life ‘prop’….

“It is an unusual close-up view of densely packed blossoms in colours ranging from white through yellows, golds and apricots to plums and rubies. The heads hang heavy and the grey-green foliage appears slightly wilted, as if battered by the sun of Normandy. As with so many of Caillebotte’s paintings, the viewer is at an odd angle to the subject, raised and slightly slanting, and the mass is cut off on the top right and the left as if to admit defeat when trying to crowd them all in….

“A rather different painting of chrysanthemums, less full and with tones of whitish blues and browns, was accomplished by Caillebotte in the same year, entitled
White and Yellow Chrysanthemums, 1893…. This painting belonged to Monet during his lifetime. In return Caillebotte owned a still-life of chrysanthemums by Monet, one of those rejected by France in the bequest settlement following Monet’s death in 1926. Caillebotte also painted cut chrysanthemums, as Monet had done earlier in his career, most famously in a group of several Japanese ceramics on a bamboo woven table.”

From “Let Us Pray for Darkness O Sparking Stars” in Call Me By My True Names by Thich Nhat Hanh:

If, one day, you need me,
and I should be absent,
please listen deeply to the murmur of a spring
or the thunder of a cascade.
Contemplate the yellow chrysanthemums,
the violet bamboo,
the white cloud,
or the clear, peaceful moon.

All of them tell the same story
I tell the singing birds today.

From “Autumn” in Poems by Norine Spurling:

Yellow mums spatter the garden
gentle Monet spots of color
stars in a sea of green
they dance in the late-day breeze
nodding toward the northern sky
quivering at the scent of autumn
that giddy emissary of brooding winter….


Hello!

This is the third of three posts featuring photographs of white and yellow mums and daisies from Oakland Cemetery’s gardens, from November and December 2024. The previous posts are White and Yellow, Mums and Daisies (1 of 3) and White and Yellow, Mums and Daisies (2 of 3).

Imagine my surprise when testing the links in this post that Oakland Cemetery recently launched a redesigned website — which looks pretty nice. But I was even more surprised that this redesign no longer includes a separate page with photographs and articles focused on their gardens, a page I frequently linked to in my posts. Actually, I’ve linked to it in 186 posts — which of course means that now I have 186 broken links to their ghosted garden page. Ah, well, these things do happen, I guess, and: I’m not gonna fix ’em! Unless eventually I do, which I may or may not.


I’m not terribly familiar with different schools of painting, except perhaps the Hudson River School which I studied while pursuing my history degree several hundred years ago. But since I provided a quote about Monet and Impressionism in the previous post (see White and Yellow, Mums and Daisies (2 of 3)), I enjoyed reading of Gustave Caillebotte, about whom an excerpt appears at the top of this post. His paintings strike me as a little closer to realism than those of Monet — though both painters rely on our fleeting impressions of light and color in their framing of chrysanthemum flowers. If you’d like to see the two paintings mentioned above — Chrysanthemums in the Garden at Petit-Gennevilliers and White and Yellow Chrysanthemums — you can find them on The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s page:

Caillebotte’s Chrysanthemums; or, Unexpected Encounters with Impressionist Interior Design.

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