Looking out the window,
At the softness of the rain,
She sees the sky turn dark grey,
And journeys down the lane
An insignificant little drop,
Can signify much more,
A memory of a time, a place,
On which life has shut its door.
The swishing of the wipers,
Moves the drops away,
And against the pace of modern life,
Her mind begins to stray.
Friday, September 2, 2011
The main focus of this post is my favourite flower: the daisy. A couple of weeks ago I found my first paper daisy for the season. It's now currently residing pressed between the pages of a very thick microbiology textbook. I figured if I was going to pick it just to take photos, I might as well keep it. There's just something so special about the paper texture of the petals, they feel unreal and out of this world but they're just as real as the other daisy species.
Mum recently planted some in the garden - though unfortunately I can't find the labels for them, so I don't know their species :(
Here's some daisies I found on a hill one day at uni:
My failed attempt at capturing dandelion spores as I blew on them. I think if you look very closely, you can spot one in the middle of the photo:
A few weeks ago I went to an old cinema with mum, and I couldn't resist taking a few snaps. An old mirror:
Interesting doors leading to the toilets!
Here's a fairly recent popcorn machine, but the sign is retained from when the cinema originally opened just before the second world war.
That's enough for now!