The first is Peachum, Vermont just after sunrise. The second is the Superstition Mountains of Arizona. The third photograph shows fuchsia blossoms and buds on my back deck, taken a few days ago.
For all practical purposes, our garden has gone completely wild. Other than occasionally pulling out the bindweed and pieces of dead rose-bush, I can’t do much and no one else has energy or interest.
Yet the garden blooms. In no organized way. It looks — is — unstructured. Without design. Natural.
Which oddly, is fine with me.
“Green green, it’s green they say, on the far side of the hill …”
This time of year, it’s green on both sides of the hill. The rocks are green with lichen
With a lot of rain coming down, it will be even greener tomorrow. The air is heavy with humidity and though the air conditioning is on, the house feels just a bit too damp for comfort.
The dogs are sacked out on the floor. It’s cooler there. I discourage them from trying to crawl under the sofa. I know they are just seeking the coolest place they can find, but they keep getting stuck.
This week’s topic is Large Subjects. Your large subjects can be anything you want to show off as being large. It could be a matter of perspective. For example a flower with a small bug, makes the flower look huge. Or a photo of something far away and something smaller in the foreground can also look huge.
And so … here we go!
I fell in love with the Blackstone River when we moved to the valley fifteen years ago. The birds that nest along its length, its canals, tributaries, bridges, ponds. Even the swamps make this one of the most beautiful places in the world. In the autumn, the trees are magnificent.
We have swans and geese, ducks and herons. Turtles, beaver, fishers, and trout — they all live along or in the river. It is a rich and fertile world. Beautiful and ever-changing.
The winter did some serious damage. I didn’t believe anything could kill the spiderwort, but we had almost none this year. We have day lilies, but fewer than half what we had last year … and they are late. The wild strawberries didn’t make it, nor did any of the fancy Chinese lilies return this year. Two rose bushes died.
The remaining three rose bushes are doing well. Two are red, one is pink.
We have some Columbine. The Goat’s Beard I planted in the woods years ago has finally come into its own, much to my surprise and delight. Hosta are apparently unkillable.
That any garden remains is nothing short of remarkable. Between the past two bad winters and neglect, I expected worse. Only the holly bush has truly thrived.
It is huge and will have to be cut back or it will block the entire front path. It has nasty thorns and will grab clothing and flesh if it gets the chance. Still, nice that at least something did well!
All the pictures were shot with the Pentax Q7 in late afternoon.