We have these crazy clematis that turn into hairy Seussian tufts when the blooms are spent. There are plenty left over from last summer. As usual, the late afternoon sun worked its magic. Seriously – everything is beautiful in the golden hour.
I’ve been craving a trip to the Conservatory for weeks. I needed to smell the soil and feel the damp mist on my skin. I needed to remember the color green in all its glory. And, not least of all, I needed something novel to photograph.
Enter the veltheimia’s exotic blossoms. Whimsical, strange, and completely unknown to me, they floated above the other flowers like visiting fairies in gowns of ruffled petals. It was just the little discovery I’d been seeking.