Every year in late summer/early autumn, Sabrina and I head over to Golden Gate Park to photograph the dahlias. It’s a lovely tradition. So many gorgeous flowers.
It was an explosion of color on the scene.
My challenge this year was to take some different shots, change it up a bit. I’m not sure I succeeded, but it was fun trying.
One of these days I’m going to go back through my hard drive and pick out which is my favorite image of these beauties. I wonder if I’ll be drawn to the soft, light and airy images, or something darker and moodier. It’ll probably depend on my mood.
Can’t wait to see Sabrina’s photos from the day.
There’s a fantastic flower stand on 16th St. and Market where I often get my flowers. Amazing bunched beauties can be scored between $5 and $7. Unheard of in the city!
Last week I picked up these cute waxflowers. I didn’t know what they were called at the time, but I was drawn by their sweet, tiny, almost artificial-like flowers. Their buds are burgundy and they have rosemary-like needles. They would have been perfect for Christmas! (But better late than never!)
I took them home and divided them among three containers: the main one in the living room, a tiny cordial glass holds a few sprigs on my kitchen window sill, and a reused jam jar sprouts a little bouquet in the bathroom. I added some fresh greens from the meyer lemon tree in the backyard for some extra interest.
My only qualm I have with these little guys is that I find their scent mildly repulsive. While not overpowering to a room, it’s definitelyÂ noticeableÂ when you are next to them. I don’t know if it’s just me, because when I google “waxflower smells like…” I get only positive results of them smelling lovely. Am I the only one who thinks they smell like a cross between morning breath and the sidewalks of the mission?
If you ever come across these flowers, take a whiff and report back to me.
The full version of M.C.T. Cronin’s poem, Wax-Flower, can be found here.
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Ah, the peony. It’s such a romantic flower, with delicate petals, layer upon layer, the pastel ones like a ballerina tutu, the bright ones like a flamenco dress. Yesterday three beautiful pink peonies were given to me by Husbter and the Kiddo. Today, I squeezed in a moment between scarfing down my peanut putter and fresh peach-jam sandwich (ah, such a luxurious lunch!) and laundry to take in the flowers’ beauty.
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