Autumn is quite definitely here and the plants that grow in pots in my yard are looking decidedly the worse for wear. Yes, there is still a fair amount of greenery out there, but the flowers are all gone and there’s precious little sign that any more will come.
Well, I suppose “all gone” is not strictly true. There is a single blossom on one of the geraniums.
I’ve said before that I was disappointed to find that all the geranium plants I had bought were white. I probably shouldn’t have complained, though, as they were good strong plants and weathered the last two winters well enough for me to think I shouldn’t waste any money on buying new plants this year.
And the fact that there’s still a perfect flower out there, when it’s nearly mid October and we’ve already had some dreadful autumn weather, confirms that they were a good buy and the flower probably deserves a closer look.
The vast majority of the photographs I take are of plants, especially flowers and seeds. Not all of them, of course: among the pictures there are also ropes and machines and dry-stone walls. But whatever the subject, the chances are that I want to look at it close up, to see the details and the texture.
My poetry also tends to focus on details, but it’s a little odd that my poems are usually written from a very visual perspective, while my photography seems to focus on the sense of touch.
don't confuse the narrator 