Although all the images in this post have something in common, I’m not sure that they are, strictly speaking, variations on a theme. That, I think, would imply that the theme had been chosen and the photos taken to illustrate it.
What really happened was that I was looking through the mass of photos I have taken recently trying to find connections: it was a post hoc selection, not premeditated.
The challenge now is to find a poem with yellow flowers in.
There are always daffodils, of course, but those are really too firmly linked to early spring to work alongside pictures taken in July.
I suspect mimosa flowers rather earlier in the year, too, but since I’ve never posted this piece on the blog, it seems like a good time to get it out of the archives and dust it down:
Here balconies are caged
and the sun hesitates
to creep through gritted glass.
Broken panes gash bolt-holes
in the gloom. Wax flowers
fade and grey geraniums
give up their ghosts,
by the rainbow writing
on the walls.
Mimosa trembles in the square.