Cacti.
You either love them or hate them.
I find them beautiful.
Maybe because the danger factor makes them more alluring.
Perhaps because I can be a prickly bastard too…
Tag: Plants
Mere Anarchy Loosed
The next line of the W.B. Yeats poem featured in the previous post The Widening Gyre goes like this:
“Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”.
This tropical themed garden features tigerish striped bromeliads, some with sharp points and serrations and is altogether an explosion of chaotic shapes and colours in every direction; botanic flares and shrapnel, an anarchic sprawl.
No neat flowerbeds planted in rows – here there is the sense of the wild and uncontrolled world that Yeats was on about .
Gothic Succulent Creeper
Admittedly it was a bright, sunny morning when I walked by this succulent plant hanging down a wall, but just not in that sort of mood right now, sorry, so thought it should get the antique Victorian goth-y pattern makeover…much better!
Mindless Pink Repetition
Repetition in nature, exponential pinkness.
The flowers aren’t bored(refer the previous post)by it; neither is the feeding bee (bonus prize for spotting it!).
Easter Golden Plume
The bloom of the NZ-endemic toetoe grass feels right as my non -religious symbol for Easter time – soft and feathery but standing defiant in the crisp breeze, flexing and then returning to position -incandescent gold in the late afternoon sun. Gorgeous….something about them lifts the spirit.
New Babylon Hanging Gardens
After yesterday’s post featuring crops in old tyres,here is a shot taken last week of plants out of their usual place.
Rather eyecatching vertical garden of ferns,epiphytes and other non-foliage dropping lovelies built into a wall of the building from which you enter Auckland’s main train station.Mirror glass,which can be pretty awful and impersonal,gives a cool kaleidoscopic effect,and magnifies the small airborne jungle.Architectural thumbs up from me anyway(not that I know much).
The feature does give out a tranquil,calming aura in the midst of urban perpetual motion,as its creators have indeed suggested – but let’s face it, plants don’t give a f**k whether you’re running late for work or your train…
Flame Feathers
The kakaho (flowering stems) of the native NZ toetoe plant caught in the late afternoon sunlight.
ebb then flood 