I’ve always been fascinated with seeds and seed heads – they make such interesting silhouettes.
Here are some of my seed photos:
This is a huge seedpod – you can see its size up against the lens cap from my camera. It’s from the sausage tree, found in Botswana. You definitely wouldn’t want to be standing under the tree when one of these drops off!
freshly picked lotus seed heads – the seeds are considered a great delicacy and taste a bit like hazel nuts or almonds
seeds and pods from the Annato tree (this is where henna comes from)
Nigella aka Love-in-the-mist seedpods – they produce flowers varying in colour from white through pink to deep blue and self-seed easily
how could I not include an image of poppies and their distinctive seed pods
these giant thistleheads can often be found nailed to the front doors of houses in Southern France as protection against the evil eye
and finally, two pieces of artwork created using seeds and seedpods by Marie Noelle Fontan
View more seeds by following the links on Ailsa’s post
Weekly photo challenge
Sometimes, this is how I feel in the morning
ready to take on the world
all set for a journey
ready for mischief
a little light music in the garden
or quiet contemplation
blinded by the light
at the end of the day, a bit ragged around the edges
ready for bed
although I don’t think I would choose to sleep in Vincent Van Gogh’s bed …..
Just in case you thought I’d dropped off the planet, I’ve been busy traveling but had time to put together this short collection of some of my photos from this year
lace cap hydrangeas photographed in the sub-tropical gardens at Abbotsbury, UK
sharing with the Daily Post
I don’t usually read The Economist but yesterday I happened to be leafing through a recent copy and came across an obituary of Nek Chand, who died on June 12th, aged 90. Now unless you are Indian or have been to India you probably don’t know who Nek Chand was.
Nek Chand, originally from Pakistan, was responsible for the creation of a rock garden in Chandigarh, which city is more famous for having been designed by Le Corbusier. Initially, in 1958, he started creating his ‘kingdom of gods and goddesses’ in a forest clearing but this was closed down as illegal. However, city officials decided to encourage him and in 1975 the project was given official blessing and took off from there. Today it draws many visitors, apparently it’s second only in India to the Taj Mahal.
“The earliest constructions in his garden in the forest were modelled on both the village life he remembered and the divine haunts he imagined: winding paths, walls and rivers, terraces and waterfalls, temples and alleyways and fairground formations of dancers, musicians, water-carriers, snake-charmers, revellers, horses, buffaloes and birds”. They were constructed from blocks of stone, concrete, and cement to which he added bits of crockery, broken tiles, electrical fittings, glass beads and bracelets, etc.
We visited his wonderful garden a few years ago (more posts of our Indian trip to follow) and it was indeed a magical place.
sharing with Travel Photo Mondays
sage in full flower at Sissinghurst
Jennifer’s colour choice for this week is Mauve
textured with Kim’s Waterfront
all photos taken in the Abbey Gardens, Malmsbury, UK for Sue’s word challenge.
Using the ‘rule of thirds’ is the best way to compose a great shot, where the focal point is not in the dead centre of the photo.
Daily Post weekly photo challenge
One of the sites that I really wanted to visit when we went to Sri Lanka was Sigiyria, home of the famous cloud maiden frescoes.
Appropriately enough, this is the home of the Cloud Maidens
The approach is innocent enough
but then you have to climb the cliff
don’t look down
better still, don’t look up either because this is what you are climbing up
so far so good, here are the cloud maidens but you haven’t reached the summit yet
a rare photo of the two of us
you have to go down a section of rickety-looking staircase to get to the next section
past the mirror wall
with the rock face towering above you
then out on to the plateau of the lions paws
before the final ascent
with spectacular views, albeit a bit misty, from the top
it’s hard to imagine that people actually lived at the top and had to carry all their supplies up
I have to say that the climb was daunting – not for the faint-hearted or the infirm and my husband declined to accompany me all the way to the top. However, I’m glad I made it.
What form did your achievement take?