Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreshadow

This weeks challenge is well timed for me. I’ve been trying to record an Agapanthus from bud to bloom for the last couple of weeks. Some of the photos are taken quite late in the evening, some earlier and todays just now at 5.30. There have been days with gloomy weather, some with sun and some rainy so the image quality varies quite a bit. Also getting in the right position has been amusing  today, I had to go from the opposite direction to see the most open parts of the flower and got tangled in the shrubbery!

So the foreshadow,

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Some places along the way.

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and today the finale.

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How will you interpret this weeks challenge? http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/foreshadow/

Sicilia, Flora and Fauna

I’ve just spent a week in Sicily and as you can imagine I have lots of photos to share.  Where to begin? I thought I would post some shots of the flowers and plants, they are lovely and some, like the soapwort, are brave little things bursting their way through the soil that is always recovering from Etna’s eruptions. Click on any one to see a larger image.

Wild Woodbury Orchids

Woodbury common is an area of heathland a few miles east of Exeter, with an ancient hill fort known as Woodbury Castle and stunning views of the sea and abundant wildlife. If you know the right place to look and the right time you may just get lucky and see these!

Wild Orchids – Dactylorhiza Maculata or Dactylorhiza Fuchsii – Can anyone clarify?

This is a scheduled post, see you soon!

An Easter Day Out, Saltram House Devon

A lovely National Trust property, Saltram has been overlooking the River Plym for three hundred years. If it looks familiar, it was one of the settings for 1995 film version of Sense and Sensibility. I didn’t go into the house today but the grounds were beautiful, well worth a visit if you’re in the Westcountry.

Lazy Poet’s Thursday Poem, Primrose

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Timid fragile flower with strength

to bear and thrive through frost

you push your way through compacted soil

to spread a sunshine blanket

under woodland canopy

where no sun shines

you remain pure along shoulders

of polluted carriageway

and in a cemetery of tombstones

 you stand alert and alive

your palest glow a greeting

that  follows with fragrance elusive

as your unfolding gown dallies

its subtle caress in green velvet folds