
Birthday flowers is what you see here. I turned fify in April and received a beautiful bouquet. These were a part of that arrangement.
A blog of no fixed nature, it is as random as my thoughts and interests.
On our tour up to the North Shore of Oahu, we stopped at a Buddhist temple. It was pouring rain, so most of the people on the tour bus stayed put. My husband and I felt the rain was slackening a bit, so we raced out of the bus. We were rewarded with a few very serene moments and beautiful surroundings. This flower seems to want it's picture taken, so I obliged.
Those of you who are Canadian might remember a children's program called The Friendly Giant. He was a musician and story teller who would chat with his friends, Rusty the Rooster and Gerome the Giraffe. He would start the show the same way each morning and the last line of the intro was "look up . . . look waaaaayyyyy up, and I'll call Rusty." I'll never understand why he was calling for the rooster when he was telling us to look up for the giraffe. Oh well. This picture looks "way up" into a very ancient tree on the island of Oahu. I thought it was an impressive sight so I snapped a picture.
Last February, we took our first trip to Hawaii. We toured most of the big island of Oahu and really enjoyed ourselves. A couple of evenings we just walked on the beach. This sunset picture on the beach at Waikiki came out of one of those walks. As a kid growing up in landlocked prairies, Waikiki was nothing more than a word in a Beach Boys song. Little did I know then that I would "walk down the shores of Waikiki."
Many people can single out a particular flower that they find particularly beautiful or meaningful in some way. For me, the gerber daisy is that flower. I love their colors and their size. When they are part of a bouquet they stand out and shout their beauty above all the others. I'm also a fan of black and white photography. Though this picture was taken in color, a little editing with PSP8 and Picassa turned it into an image I'm proud of.
This wood and iron bridge crosses a span of water at the narrowest part of Jessie Lake, which borders the town in which I live. Jessie Lake is a bird sanctuary and at the end of this bridge, which connects on either end to footpaths, there is a lookout tower people can climb to look for wildlife. Sometimes the towers themselves are subjected to wildlife!