When traveling, sometime you can find signs directing you to certain places where you can have a fantastic view of a famous building or a beautiful sight. Here, on the Isle of Skye, you don’t need these signs. Keep you eyes open while crossing the island and you will fill the memory cards of your camera very fast.
A small road with nearly no traffic and suddenly this view is in front of you.
Initially, this plant belonged to the colder parts along the Atlantic coasts of Europe. But, it spread out enoumeusloy by men. When british settlers dicovered the world, they took seeds of this plant with them. It’s spreading very easily and it’s hated by many people because it supplants local plants. So it’s called a neophyt, a invasive species.
But, I have to admid, it’s a very nice plant when blooming 🙂
Today, we have a guest host for Lens-Artists Challenge. Cee is our host and she asks for one single flower.
For this challenge, I limit myself to only one image.
This schlumbergera (I guess it’s a Schlumbergera truncata) grows well in our living room. I love the intense red color. As the window in our living room goes to the north, it’s not hot and not too bright. So, each year we’re getting some wonderful blossoms around Christmas (mostly in early January). We have a second one with pink blossoms. But I like the red one more.
In German it’s called Gliederkatus or Weihnachtskaktus. Translating it literally, the first one would translate to element or rank cactus and the second one Christmas cactus.
When photographing blossoms, it’s sometimes hard to limit yourself to only one blossom. But in this case the single blossom stands for its own and can be admired without getting distracted.
I guess, I need to pause for the next 2 weeks, because I’m going on a trip on Monday morning ’til the end of June. My regular posts are pre-scheduled.
There are different ways to make images more interesting. One of the technics to do this is changing the point of view. You might remember my post on this a couple of weeks ago. Here I used an existing small animal’s trail for bringing your eye-level way down to the eye-level of a mouse or a frog.
I guess it’s long ago since this boat felt the sea. Once it was the foundation of the living of a family. Now it’s only garbage at the beach. Times changed. Among the three boats laying here at the beach, this one looked best. But, I guess, it won’t sail again.