My lovelies you deserve an answer about my texture photo earlier today, so here it is – a Clematis Tangutica in flower,
and seed head!
Much loved by bees and Gees.
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
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,
Some places along the way.
and today the finale.
How will you interpret this weeks challenge? http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/foreshadow/
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.
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!
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.
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