Here are some photos of a grevillea called Coconut Ice, which has just started flowering for the first time. It has about 22 flowers in various stages on it at present. I have 2 grevilleas in the driveway, and the other has flowered on numerous occasions, so I was beginning to think this one which was purchased a couple of weeks earlier than the other was a dud. The white agapanthus are over the fence in my neighbour’s year.
Here are a few of many photos taken a couple days on my first visit to a recently completed new public park in Sydney minutes from the CBD. The area was known as “The Hungry Mile” during The Great Depression as men had to queue up at the crack of dawn hoping to be picked for jobs on the docks.
These are the photos of an amazing, mystical looking old tree I saw while visiting Goulburn last year. The branches were hiding under an umbrella-shaped canopy of bright green leaves. When I ducked under the tree and looked up, it was like looking at a writhing heap of snakes or the Medusa’s hair. It is one of the most fascinating trees I have come across, like something out of a twisted fairy tale. It almost seemed as though it had suffered some violent torture and was hiding under its deceptively calm canopy.
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
― William Blake
Here are some photos I took last of an abandoned house nearby. It has since been demolished. Someone had even tried to start a fire in the bathroom by lighting some telephone books. I used to know the girl who lived here and looked after her cat sometimes when she travelled. It was sad to see the place so neglected and trashed, with people throwing rubbish inside, graffiti and a garden which was once lovingly tended choked with weeds and vines.
“Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson