Gardens in Winter. Well, that poses a definite challenge for me (thanks Jude!). I was not even semi-seriously interested in photography until a couple of years ago, long after I moved to Australia — and although we have a winter of sorts in Sydney, to me (having lived in Canada until I was 29) winter means snow, and serious cold. What I’m getting at is that my “gardens in winter” photos date to the small span of years that matched me living in London and owning a digital camera. So, here are a few shots of my patio in London, in the winter of 2007.
One tomato does not a summer make* — but it’s a start! Okay, so my foray into blueberry self-sufficiency was not a success, but I’m on a roll with the tomatoes. I picked the first one today (on a fork, above; on the plant, below). It’s a variety called Honey Drop, a mini yellow Roma type. And if you’re wondering … yes, it was very tasty, albeit not very filling.
And more are coming!
*Apologies for paraphrasing Aristotle!
For the Weekly Photo Challenge (a stationary object photographed from three angles), I shot this daffodil from the front, the back and the side. Friday was “Daffodil Day” here in Sydney, one of the Cancer Council’s big fundraising pushes. The photo below is a “bonus angle” because I think they look cool from this angle!
These lilies were just a few stalks with unopened buds when I bought them at the supermarket. The flowers soon began to open, and in these photographs they are backlit by early morning sun which gives their yellow colour a warm glow.
This shrub caught my eye this morning, its yellow flowers standing out like a vivid beacon against the shade-dappled adobe walls of a Santa Fe art museum behind it.
(ps: if you know what this shrub is called, please let me know.)
After three days of torrential rain and gale force winds, of broken umbrellas and wet feet, of disrupted transport, fallen trees and floods, of a storm billed variously as “the storm of the decade” or even (eek!) “the storm of the century”, I was feeling quite worn down as I trudged to the train station after work today.
Two things lifted my spirits: a woman busking in Martin Place (a soprano singing “Vissi d’arte”, her pure tones floating over the rain) and a bunch of yellow lilies at a flower seller. I gave the busker a donation, and bought the lilies.
Processing the photo of the lilies, I was not entirely happy. My photo had not captured the cheerful, daffodil-like yellow that caught my eye. But I quite like this rather stark result (above) of experimenting with the processing — with its dark colours and moody background, it’s undeniably artsy, just right for the theme this week at A Photo a Week Challenge. The original is below, for contrast.