hothouse 2
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Comment by Jutilda:
Made me think of a drunken Christmas party. LOL

hothouse 2
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Comment by jomari:
Beautiful - I love the frondy bits, especially to the right of the flower.

hothouse 2
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Comment by Neat:
this is so delectable, I want to eat it!

hothouse 2
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Comment by jagar:
I knew you were a betelnut bloke.

poison ivy
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Comment by Retroesque:
I've never seen poison ivy - not sure we have it here in Australia - it's VERY beautiful - I'd be so tempted to touch it! You make it look very enticing.

foliage
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Comment by crik:
Super aperture, I like the bokeh at the top and the butterfly-like leaf.

poison ivy
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Comment by insteps:
Beautiful light and bokeh. Probably the best poison ivy shot I've ever seen.

poison ivy
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Comment by Neat:
Are you joking, what a photo, AMAZING!

That is some of the most luscious bokeh I've ever stumbled upon.

Message edited by author 2012-07-03 19:37:50.

poison ivy
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Comment by Jutilda:
OH MY GAWD. This is just so me. I can delve into it and finish the part from the Fantasticks that I had in your previous post.

And hear it with the inside of your hand: the soundless sound of shadows flicking light.
Celebrate sensation.
Recall that secret place.
You've been there, you remember: That special place where once- Just once- in your crowded sunlit lifetime, you hid away in shadow from the tyranny of time.
That spot beside the clover where someone's hand held your hand and love was sweeter than the berries, or the honey, or the stinging taste of mint.
It is September- before a rainfall- a perfect time to be in love.

leafy greens
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Comment by Jutilda:
So yummy. Everything reminds me of a song or something from a movie. This is from the longest running off-Broadway play, The Fantasticks:

You wonder how these things begin
Well, this begins with a glen.
It begins with a season which, for want of a better word we may as well call- September.
It begins in a forest where the woodchucks woo, and the leaves wax green, and vines intertwine like lovers;
try to see it.
Not with your eyes, for they are wise, but see it with your ears:
the cool green breathing of the leaves.