Posted for Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.
Posted for Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.
This is a Chandelier plant, but it is rather unique. Do you see the face?
No? Here are some hints:
There are the two orange eyes at the top with a curl of orange hair in the middle. The mostly-not-yet-bloomed, off white buds are the hair. Do you see the nose and the mouth?
Or perhaps in this case, I should say Distorted Detail. This is an outrageously distorted detailed reflection from the same black BMW car I posted yesterday. You can clearly see the door handle front and (almost) center, and down in the lower left, you can see the seam of the back passenger door. But after that, the fun begins.
Above the door handle, you can’t even see the black of the car, as the curvature reflects the bright blue sky and the Norman styled church tower. Then below that, there’s green grass, and in the handle itself is a distorted me with red hair (that part is true to life) and my arms akimbo. Then there’s a quarter oval of blue sky again with perhaps a few white clouds reflected (the optics of curvatures working again). Then below another curve of the door there’s my hands, phone camera, my shirt and pants, and more green grass. And if you look in the lower right corner you will see a distorted sign, and the dogs – Teddy the labradoodle, and if you follow the line of the leash, just a peek of the face of my grey miniature schnauzer, Zoë.
This photo was just too fun to pass up, and it seemed to fit better into P. A. Moed’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Detail than anywhere else.
These are my additions to Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge: 5+ Items.
The 5 future petals of the White Angels’s-trumpet (or Angel’s tears). The 5th future petal is a little tricky to find, as it overlaps the leaf on the right, and they are both green.
5+ fallen petals and leaves.
5+ future blossoms of an Agapanthus flower
5+ blossoms of a bougainvillea
5+ leaves of Algerian Ivy (or English Ivy, Poet’s Ivy, Italian Ivy or Bind Wood…)
And finally my absolute favorite: A beloved sign on the messy floor of a friend’s study. She’s had the sign for decades. 5+++ synonyms for the word ANNOY.
“Are you mental? You told me to apply for this job because you thought it would be a good fit for my skill set. You thought the match would be so perfect that I would be a shoe in for the open position. In what shoeniverse did you think this would work?”
Ok, I’ve laid the idioms on pretty thick, but it was all just too tempting…………. Especially if you like shoes.
This beautiful dried seed pod is actually hazardous. Not poisonous, but then I assume that you wouldn’t even be tempted to try to eat it. But dangerous none-the-less. I have lived with Liquid Amber trees for 40 years: first in two houses, and now in an apartment. They are lovely trees. They grow fast, if you are looking for quick growing shade, and they are about the only tree here at the lower altitudes whose leaves reliably turn a beautiful scarlet in the fall.
But, oh, in both the spring and the fall, they can be dangerous. The seedpod above was one of many that were inexplicably left on the tree through the winter and only fell to the ground with the spring winds. Under normal conditions, these dried seedpods drop to the ground after the leaves fall off in autumn, and then grow back again in a bright green in the spring. In either season they are perilous. Our family has always called them “spiky balls.” In both spring and autumn if you accidentally step on one, it will roll out from under your shoe and cause a sprained ankle if you are not careful. And if you are silly enough to go out in bare feet? Well, I’ll leave that to your imagination. Suffice it to say that curses usually come out of your mouth.
However, the most perilous time is during the fall. As I say, under any sort of normal circumstances the tree releases the dried pods in October. The dried spikes are extremely sharp and have microscopic barbs on them. Humans are usually sensible enough to wear shoes. But dogs have a harder time. At the house, I always kept the pathway from the front door down to the street swept clear, and we didn’t have a Liquid Amber in the backyard, thank goodness, because that is where our dog, Zoë, was free to roam. But here in Oakland, the tree is planted by the city on the corner that I more or less have to use when I take the dog(s) out for a walk. This spring Zoë stepped on the unseasonably late release of the dried pods and got an infected paw 3 times. That meant expensive antibiotics and the fact that I had to soak her paw. That procedure took 2 people because I had to put the solution in a sort of ballon thing, stick her paw into it, and then sit with her for 10 minutes encouraging her not to pull her paw out. Neither one of us was particularly happy. Neither I, my friends, or the vet could find anything embedded in her paw the first time, so the infection was a puzzle. It wasn’t until the third infection (and by now several hundred dollars later, because the first time the doctor had to do a set of x-rays to make sure she didn’t have a small fracture) that I figured out that it was the seed pods that were causing the punctures.
So there I was, with the dog upstairs in our apartment on the 10th floor, and me down on a public street corner with my red broom and dust pan, sweeping up three dust pan’s full of seedpods, and carrying each full pan back into our building to throw them away.
However, when all of that was said and done, and Zoë was finally once again infection free and feeling fine, I took a macro shot of one of the pods. I looked at the swirls, the spikes, and the complexity of the structure, and I had to grudgingly admit that looked at up close, the pods are absolutely beautiful.