It’s that point in the distance where the road, river, valley, or bridge comes together. It’s the natural end of a parallel set of lines.
Garry went and sniffed them today. I was just wondering if they smell as good as they look. I’m so allergic I can’t smell anything, but Garry said he couldn’t smell anything much either.
I love my orchids, but other than the difficulty of getting them to bloom, why do we grow them? They aren’t more beautiful than other flowers, although I think they last rather longer than most flowers.
When I discovered my favorite hanging flowers are officially “out of fashion” — meaning I can’t buy any, at least not in Uxbridge, I got depressed. I never imagined flowers could go out-of-fashion. It’s bad enough that I’m obsolete, but fuchsia? My glorious pink and purple flowers that I love … and which grow perfectly on our rather shady deck?
So imagine this morning’s delight when I realized that somehow, without much thought or attention, I’d grown orchids. I’d seen the shoots, but I didn’t see any buds. Watered lightly, left them to the light and sent them my best hope for a rapid blossoming.
One of them is blooming and there are many more buds waiting. I think only one stalk will flower, but I could be wrong.
I’d like to say that while these are some of the most beautiful flowers to look at, they are amazing tricky to photograph. They are so translucent you don’t get the flower colors as much as you get the glow of the sunlight through them. And that is not a sunny window.
I will happily accept all congratulations, even though to be fair, I didn’t do anything except water them when they got really dry. Sometimes, that’s all you really need to do.
I had forgotten about these pictures. I have never seen this happen to trees, but something was going on with the sun filtering through the clouds and the naked trees. It was a year ago last March. I never did anything with the pictures.
Last night, I wanted to use one of them and realized my processing had advanced a great deal since I’d taken the pictures. I went back and realized most of them had never been processed at all.
Most (not all, but most) were taken through the window of the car, so they were a bit distorted from that. A few were taken when we got off route 146 and were only a mile from home.
So all of these are from the same drive. The gold in the trees was a natural thing and had something to do with the color of the clouds, which were quite dark. It was also just about the vernal equinox when the colors seem strange and we have the most exciting sunrises and sunsets.
I have never seen the sun do this to the trees before or since. No idea what happened, but I’m very glad I was able to catch it on camera. I should mention that no amount of sharpening makes the trees look normal. It was a play of light and the branches seem to be glowing.
Also, notice that the trees have no leaves. The glow around them makes them look like they have leaves, but other than fir trees, everything is bare.
Marilyn couldn’t find a mismatched set, unless you count she and I or the dogs. This was as close as we could get. Two posts — no boxes. And two very mismatched mailboxes.