Every photograph captures a fleeting moment, but some subjects are more temporary than others.
Flowers that put on a brief show are often celebrated (Cherry blossom time, for instance). The brevity of this floral show, however, is something to be thankful for – it’s spectacular to see, and the aroma is sensational, but not in a good way. The common name of “Dead Horse Lily” says it all!
I was trying to capture an image of the pollinators (assorted flies) but only managed to get one, as they are experts at being temporarily in one spot! I didn’t breathe much…
To provide a little balance to the spectacular and stinky lily, here is a rose – it will be lucky to last a day, as our weather has suddenly warmed up and things are wilting. Weather is temporary, too, so “this too shall pass”, and then we might get some rain, followed by more roses.
This week, seasons is the challenge theme. Here in Southern Australia, summer is almost over, according to the calendar at least. We’ve had a week of cooler weather, which not everyone appreciates, and which seems to be confusing some plants. I have a plum tree sporting blossom, and I came across a lilac in bloom at Tarnagulla yesterday. Meanwhile, quinces are beginning to ripen, and the ornamental grape vine and a Japanese maple are working on autumn colour.
Go figure – I’m not sure what the season is, but the bees don’t care. They will keep gathering pollen and nectar wherever they can find them for as long as it lasts.
I guess this saccharine ode to a sweetheart is an appropriate follow up to last weeks poem about an old fellow’s love affair with cakes and slices…maybe a bit too much sugar, but totally worth it!
Hey sugar-face freckles
Your hair in the sunshine is like cotton candy
And your skin smells like
Burnt sugar and ripe peaches,
Peaches and cream in your cheeks.
Oh cup-cake, I could eat you up
My honey sweetheart sugar-pie;
Cross my heart and hope to die:
Pass me that lemon –
My blood sugar is too high.
The sweet cup-cakey image at the top is from an afternoon tea at Ararat Regional Art Gallery last year. The second is a mismatched cup and saucer from my collection. Odd pieces are easier to find than pairs, and it’s fun to find which ones ‘belong’ together. Finally, a rose, because a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, as Romeo remarked. I’m sure if he knew of cotton-candy, he would have compared it to Juliette’s hair!
Another week, another challenge to photographers – this time we are asked for photos that portray Forces of Nature, whether they be seedlings popping out of the ground, or windstorms, or waterfalls, or….
On the left is Mt St Helens, thirty or so years after she blew her top and flattened everything for miles around – you can see it’s still quite bare of trees, but on Johnson’s Ridge, where we were in August 2011, wildflowers were blooming in profusion, contrasting forces of nature both monumental and minuscule.
In my own garden in the past week, my Alexander rose was bearing one beautiful bloom, which I was hoping to pick for my mother on Sunday (Mother’s Day). Unfortunately for my plan, we had a day or two of severe winds, which scattered most of the brilliant vermilion petals of Alexander all around the garden, leaving a very sad remnant of a rose on the bush.
I suppose flowers are a bit of an obvious choice for ‘delicate’, but that’s because they generally are. The rose is more of a stayer than the day lily or the cactus, but even they are soon shriveled on a hot, windy day. Day lilies get their name by lasting just a day, and most cactus flowers are so fleeting that I often miss them altogether! They are there to attract pollinating insects, not us, and once the bee, wasp or moth has done its task, then the flower is finished.