I’m off to a good start this summer with all my plans for crafting and do-it-yourselves … Hope I can continue, in between these soccer games and tournaments.
Here’s my first attempt at colouring flowers. I blogged about it last week in my other blog, the crafts one, and even got a science lesson. Well, science wasn’t really my favourite subject then; these days I just find it interesting.
Anyway, here’s the results of my experiment.
Next time I’ll know better what to do.
It’s raining and dreary here today.
And as I walked to the bus this morning, all the flowers from two weeks ago are now on the ground, a carpet for me to walk on.
Fleeting moments in bloom. Catch them when you can.
My eyes are always drawn to lines, patterns and textures everywhere, and photographing flowers was no exception.
The orchids specially have so many patterns and textures.
They’re like fingerprints … no two seem to be exactly alike.
Maybe similar … but not the same.
There were even some that reminded me of those Rorschach blots and tests. Do they still use those tests?
Or one of those art projects where you splatter blobs of paint on the paper; then fold the paper in half to make mirror images.
Hmmm … this kind of looks like a face …
Some look like they were painted on the petals …
… and some look like sun rays ..
Designs within designs …
So much beauty in nature, isn’t there?
Another perennial favourite … the Slipper Orchids.
I’m still fascinated on how they really do look like slippers
And another shot of our Alien Orchid … also a Slipper Orchid
So does that make it an Alien Slipper?
Our annual visit to the NYBG for the Orchid Show, which finished here about a week ago.
‘But, Mom! It’s the same orchids every year!’, said Justin.
Well, true, but they have different arrangements and exhibits, I told him. He didn’t mind going, and he only reminded me of the time about six times during our visit.
Since we were there early, we decided we would take a tram tour around the garden.
The magnolia trees were heavy with the flowers, the branches sagging down to the ground. And I saw this darker shade of pink or fucshia? magnolias that I hadn’t seen before. Too bad I couldn’t get closer.
A baby owl. If it’s that big already, wonder what the full-grown size is going to be?
It was a nice day, and a nice ride.
I’m already making plans to go back in June, when the roses are out 
Small pink flowers, peeking through the fence.
Nothing stops them from blooming, even up against a fence. Just push through and poke through the spaces.
Which got me to thinking why we should give up just because there’s an obstacle in our path. Maybe if we push just a little more, we’ll be one step closer to the goal … Or maybe we can find a space somewhere that we can push through to the goal …
Hmmm … .going back to square one to rethink this problem .. maybe there’s a hole somewhere I can squeeze through …
