Archive for October, 2011

Water lily enchantment

The first night of October, with the sun setting, and a delicious foggy darkness falling, we lined up to visit the Bergius Botanical Gardens for their first ever night-time event!

To escape the crowds, we took our torches to the Victoria Greenhouse, where the biggest, most magical, lily pads you’ve ever seen were floating in candlelight.

The Giant Water Lily (Victoria amazonica) is an amazing 8 metres in diameter. It blossoms only for two nights – the first night with white petals; the second in soft pink.

The circular greenhouse – built specially to house the enormous round lily pads – was bathed only in candlelight and the flicker of visitors’ torches.

Water lilies seemed to float in the air, glowing like pearls.

And humble leaves, seeing their lovely reflections in the water,

Gasped in amazement at their transformation into art.

For more amazing slices of life, please visit: Our World.


Golden ears

A late summer evening –

The saffron sunset glows

On the textured silk of the lake

Inviting reflection and calm in all -

Except the dog, who ears forward,

Is looking forward to a late-night dip.

For more sunsets. please visit: Skywatch.

Hooking up with Weekend Reflections and Camera Critters too. (It’s a busy weekend so I’ll be posting again on Monday. Have a spook-tacular Halloween!)


Bee-dazzled

The warmth of early October brought out the bees.

Bee-autiful

(even with hairy legs),

Bee-jewelled

With fragile wings sitting atop a throne of flowers,

And bee-draggled in the rain,

But still clinging onto the petal, onto life

Like a gorgeous jewel.

Bee-ware more stories at: Our World.


Doing what he does best

No matter how cold it gets,

In frost or snow,

Oscar is always ready to dive into rainbows

And swim in waters of reflected skies of blue.

After all, there’s nothing more satisfying than

Doing what you love.

For more adorable creatures, please visit: Camera Critters.


Dancing in the dark

My neighbours are used to seeing me out with my camera in all states of dress (and undress).

So, it was no surprise when the next-door neighbour phoned to tell me that there was an interesting sky outside.

We rushed up the hill to see an eerie glow set the water alight with a purple fire.

The key to photographing sunsets is to wait

And listen to the music of nature

While the sky unfolds itself in colour.

And, if we’re paying close attention, we can learn from children

Who know how to dance in the dark

Long before adults tell them that there is no music.

For more dancing skies, please visit: Skywatch.


September daze

There is something glorious about the late September light.

It warms the heart

And lights up unexpected autumn cameos

In hidden pockets of the woods.

It unfurls ribbons of water

Inviting you to take a dip if you’re brave enough;

And, on the last day of September,

Its glorious golden rays turn the woods into a painting

That speaks of children climbing in the trees

All the way up to the sky

To touch that lovely light

And spread it to the world like laughter.

For more cameos, please visit: Our World.


Punks

The punks with their fancy hair-dos

And strutting and preening

Rule the lake

With their swagger and chatter.

Oh, those punks – how they light up the evenings

With their feathered beauty!

“We’re not trying to be different. We just are!”– Lauren Tazelaar

For more punky creatures, please visit: Camera Critters.


A Monet morning

A serene and very early Saturday morning.

The sky has become an Impressionist painting,

Lovingly smudged in lilac and pink.

Fog turns dawn into a painting by Monet

And out of its misty hills

The trees that hint of the autumn to come

Float as if in heaven.

(All photos completely unedited because sometimes you just can’t improve on Nature.)

For more impressive skies, please visit: Skywatch. Linking to Straight out of the camera too.


Skeletons on the hill

After leaving the claustrophobia and old ghosts of the World War I bunkers that I told you about last week,

(This shot is taken inside the bunker looking out)

I felt a strong need to enjoy the blue bowl of the sky; to reconnect with the pulsing life of nature; to laugh.

Oscar obliged me by jumping into a nearby lake.

Much refreshed, I decided to hike up the stony hill and say hello to some ancient skeletons.

As you approach, the twisted silhouette of an old tree

Marks the spot of a Bronze Age grave:

Dead bodies were buried under these stones about 3,000 years ago

And now the sun and wind and rain have worked in harmony with time

To teach us the lesson that we come from the earth

And one day will return there.

For more history, please visit: Our World.

And do visit Strewn Ashes to read her delightful poem about the bunkers!


Skimming the blue

If you want to fly, you have to give up the things that weigh you down.

For more soaring shots, please visit: Camera Critters.  And Weekend Reflections.


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