It’s been a craptastic day. Therefore, rhododendrons. Sometimes, you just need to stop and look at enormous flowers while classic Doctor Who plays in the background and life sorts itself out.
So the park was full of people celebrating Mother’s Day, and none of the rhodies were clearly marked as to what sort of varieties they were, and we had to park blocks away. It was still beautiful. And free. I like free.
Not to mention beautiful.
This lovely place is in Kenmore, Washington. Yes, I know, it’s a town that sounds like an appliance. But it has some quite nice spots.
The sun was shining, and the birds were singing. I used to love birdsong. But when all I get to photograph is yet another dark-eyed junco arse, I start to feel put upon. Good thing there were ginormous flowering bushes to ease the pain. And wait until Sunday, when I’m going to show you some fabulous birds.
At least I got bees. I love bees. I love watching them contort themselves getting at pollen, because when they’re doing that, I can photograph them in macro mode and never worry a moment about getting stung.
I got one coming in for a landing. How awesome is that shot? How incredible are these little creatures with the big fuzzy bodies and itty-bitty wings, ensuring the flowers get to have hot, passionate sex by proxy?
The colors at Rhododendron Park were exquisite. I especially like the juxtaposition against the Japanese maples.
This is how big these bushes are. They’re practically trees. And I just wanted to crawl into them and sit and dream the time away, but we had lots of rhodies to see. Also, we’d left the cat locked up indoors, and it being my second excursion in perfect porch weather, I felt a bit guilty about it.
But, you know what, flowers. Fuck the cat.
What was I saying about maples and rhodies? Aw, yeah.
I’m still astonished sometimes by how lush the Pacific Northwest is. I shouldn’t be, after five years here, but the vegetation still takes me by surprise on occasion.
And when the sun shines through it, setting those tremendous colors afire, you can almost forgive it for hiding all the geology.
These don’t quite qualify as mystery flora, but if you recognize any of the varieties, feel free to let us know what they are.