Doing its thing.

A boring grey concrete footpath livened up by fallen tree fruit. 

Nature doing its thing and making walking the dog interesting. 

Dry as…

  
This poor old trumpet vine flower is as dry as the table top. 

Cumquats yet again.

  
Regular readers will know of my dislike of cumquats. 

But I find them photogenic. 

Here is this seasons iteration. 

Johnny with shadow.

    Sometimes the shadow cast is more interesting than the actual object. 
The strong afternoon sunlight made this artwork.   I was the the johnny-on-the-spot with camera in hand. 

Cumquats. No thanks

  
I have no interest in eating cumquats.  Not even as a jam or relish. 

They were given to us, but we’re going to pass them to someone more grateful. 

In the meantime, I do like the look of them.

Trumpeting my beauty.

 

It’s winter time and the trumpet vine is flowering. 

This year I used a macro lens with its very shallow depth of field and pointed it upwards towards the sky. 

It was difficult to focus but the blue sky contrast was worth the effort. 

Warmth.

It’s spring in the Southern Hemisphere, and finally enough warmth to sit outside on the verandah and contemplate the scenery.
I notice dappled light through the trees highlighting some flowers in my garden.
Gotta share the warmth.

Simple things

Just doing simple things like cutting an orange in half can reveal beauty.
Maybe it’s the way the knife sliced the seeds that caught my eye.
Or maybe I was just generally more receptive at that moment. I haven’t been for a while.
Time to slow down and smell the vision…

Deconstructed flowers

I had an old image of some flowers mounted with an inner frame.
I was in the mood to do something different with it.
I know. I’ll cut it up.
The result is this ‘deconstruction’.

Orange fingers

Winter is coming. How do I know ?
The trumpet vine is starting to flower. That’s how. It’s orange finger of delights contrasts against my purple wall.
Warms up winter just by looking at it.