Tuesday, 21 June 2022
Back in this capital city, and at the perfect hour for seeing the dome from this angle. Lucky us. Plus buildings blocked the sun for where we waited for the bus, so the mid-90s temps were (somewhat) moderated. Missing the marine layer of this morning, however.
Monday, 20 June 2022
Shy rose? Petal screening privates, you might say.
Shy Olympics? Clouds screening upper slopes and peaks. One gorgeous day, however.
Sunday, 19 June 2022
It appears that a spider found this protected spot to weave, and the rain stayed in the web rather than falling through. I wonder if the droplets have teeny critters zipping around in them.
Saturday, 18 June 2022
Nice raindrop collection helping the eye to parse the green.
This, on the other hand, is about parsing the blooms and buds. A berry hedge.
Friday, 17 June 2022
So many lovely patterns in fern-world. Even the spines of the fronds have complexities.
I focused on the insect, and the whole photo looks mis-composed. My ID app says it’s a carpet beetle, Anthrenus species. On what I would call a potentilla, but apparently it’s not classified as a potentilla anymore, and is now a Dasiphora species and commonly called cinquefoil, a term previously used when it was a Potentilla species.
I know that taxonomists are turning to genetics for classification information, and finding groupings not recognized based on morphology and geography. Plus the Linnaean taxonomic system doesn’t have room for the hybrids and variations, etc., they can now distinguish. As I understand it.
For now, I’ll stick to looking for visual interest, as in the fern-patterns above, and avoid taxonomic mysteries.
Thursday, 16 June 2022
Good omen. Also shading into fog to the left….
Bicolor beauties.
DYSWIS: do you see what I see
Wednesday, 15 June 2022
Sometimes, IMHO, plant sequences like opening buds aren’t predictable.
This doesn’t seem unexpected.
However, the open blooms are far more complex than the buds suggest. And the color shifts a bit. These are all from the same bush.
Sunday, 12 June 2022
Not for me, mind you, but for the younger nephew.
I’m going with the best part of the institutional event was the band, other than the awarding of diplomas. And, of course, the principal’s hat (not shown; use your imagination), a new one for each class…this one with a bonsai on top…a symbol of the resilience and adaptability and long life predominating in the energy of the Class of 2022, she said.
Here’s a pink palate cleanser: a peony processed with Waterlogue. Enjoy, as the servers say.
