‘Red Rose Ruffled’
…ruffled petals layered; a beautiful mess…
Tag: Flower
Host Of Little Mouths
‘Host Of Little Mouths’
White Rose Purity
‘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
‘Orange Rose Explosion’
…the colour of a sunset, the form of an explosion…
Good Vibrations Emanating
‘Good Vibrations Emanating’
Morning Magic
‘ 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
‘Wasp And Yellow Rose’
Red Hibiscus, Summer Fading
‘Red Hibiscus, Summer Fading’
Hollyhock
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
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?
Splayed In Purple
Splayed petals of a purple orchid in a Singaporean botanical garden.
Stunning markings and propeller-like form.
Received some news this morning that was nowhere near as good as expected.
But not the end of the world; it will keep on turning.
Like propeller blades…
The First Day Of Spring
“With the coming of spring I am calm again”
– Gustav Mahler
It has been a tumultuous August in Auckland, wet and windy for the most part.
But to be expected. That is what August brings. And I don’t mind really.
Spring ,according to the calendar anyway, has arrived today. Sunny and calm!
Thought I would mark it with this image of a flower from my garden that appears around this time every year.
Not quite sure what it is, but it doesn’t matter.
It is a signal of spring, of renewal, and anticipation of good things to come.
And, like the weather this morning, I feel calm. I struggle with generalised anxiety,so gladly accept that feeling!
The Real You
“Just imagine becoming the way you used to be when you were a child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.”
– Don Miguel Ruiz (Mexican author and philosopher)
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Wooden Flower
Contemporary Pasifika carved artwork catches the sun on a building exterior in Auckland yesterday.
An enclosed flower at the centre of the design ,lines radiating outwards.
Abstract symbols that spoke to me yesterday of gratitude and hope.
That may or may not be what was intended by the carver.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder ,and so forth.
In the same way ,the power of symbols lies in simple representations, over which we overlay the complex realities of our own lives.
Condensed and visible symbols help us more easily make sense of our world.
If you could express who you are ,or maybe just the day you are having, as a symbol, what would it be?
Beautiful And Terrible Things
“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.”
-Frederick Buechner
…and sometimes those things are one and the same…but never be fearful, like the man says.
PS: Bonus points for spotting the evil and laughing double-faced gargoyle plant flower.
On Anzac Day
Yucca In Flower
Another, closer look at the yucca flower from yesterday’s post ‘Soft Beauty vs The Harsh Spikes’.
And today we look closer at yesterday’s tragic mass shooting in Christchurch – the shock subsides, the “why? and “how?” of analysis starts. But hope and love, the soft bloom of the heart, are constant. They are what will get us all through this.
Soft Beauty vs The Harsh Spikes
It was on my mind early this afternoon to post this picture of a flowering yucca tree in my garden.It is a very occasional event,and quite startling in the juxtaposition of soft,creamy bloom nestling in the crown of spiky leaves.
I got home from work to the horrific news of the mass killing of Muslim worshippers here in New Zealand today,at mosques in Christchurch.
Shocking beyond belief in a generally peaceful and tolerant country.
Been glued to news updates for the past few hours; many others are hurt and the death toll may rise.
Wasn’t gonna post but my mind and heart are still racing , so I put this up in remembrance for the dead and solidarity for the innocent living .
A soft bloom of hope rises from amidst the harshness of hatred.
I wish you all peace tonight and hope for tomorrow, Andy.
Ebb Then Flood 