‘Love Is The Target’
‘Red Hot Poker’
That really is the name of this flowering plant, or one of its names at least.
Very apt, for this harbinger of summer down south.
‘A Flower Under The Kitchen Window’
‘Old Iron Fleur-de-Lys’
…found in a graveyard, a rusted and unyielding flower…
‘Orange On Green’
‘Pink Rose Panache’
…hot pink blooming style…
‘Red Rose Ruffled’
…ruffled petals layered; a beautiful mess…
‘Host Of Little Mouths’
‘White Rose Purity’
I know what a white rose is supposed to symbolise, but purity would have to be the most elusive human quality of them all. It is certainly aspirational though.
The white rose also means ‘new beginnings’. That might be a bit more relatable, given that our lives are a succession of endings and fresh starts, whether we plan them or not.
So then, take your pick – just don’t get pricked…
‘Orange Rose Explosion’
…the colour of a sunset, the form of an explosion…
‘Good Vibrations Emanating’
‘ Morning Magic’
In the morning, when you carry out the mild drudgery of hanging the laundry on the line, and you spy a dew sprinkled flower above the fence catching the sun – there is magic amongst the mundane.
For there always is…
‘Wasp And Yellow Rose’
‘Red Hibiscus, Summer Fading’
I went up to my lawn bowls club a few hours ago.
I needed a last minute practice ahead of one of the biggest events on the Auckland bowls calendar – the men’s singles championship.
However, I was thwarted in my attempt to practice when the automatic spinkler system came on by surprise. F**k! Got a bit damp…
Dragging my bowls bag out of a potential soaking, I admired and photographed this hollyhock, with its splendid crimson tones, in the late afternoon sun. The time wasn’t completely wasted then.
I will be hope to blossom in the tournament tomorrow, as opposed to bleeding blood red…
Dandelion Sculpture, Matakana NZ.
To brighten your day, I present an outrageously optimistic dandelion flower mainly comprised of canary yellow laundry buckets.
Is it art?
Bucket, who cares?