The colour green

Close up shot of fern frond. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Fern frond. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Green is the colour of the month at Jude’s Life in Colour photo challenge.

It’s a colour heavily encumbered with association; denoting renewal, nature, harmony, freshness, and the environment — while at the same time being associated with money, greed and jealousy.

Seen from space, New Zealand looks like a series of small jade islands in the vast Pacific. It would be easy to fill a post with the landscapes and flora familiar to me, but instead I’ve sought green in other realms of life.

Food for example (unexpected I know!)

Eat your greens. Image: Su Leslie

Feijoas. Image: Su Leslie

Making tarragon vinegar. Image: Su Leslie

Mint slice al fresco. Image: Su Leslie

And of course art …

Glass chandelier. Image: Su Leslie

Art class. Image: Su Leslie

Light sculpture. Image: Su Leslie

Taking it outside. Fence at artist’s studio. Image: Su Leslie

And life’s small treasures

Vintage water glasses. Image: Su Leslie

A kiwi classic, Fun Ho! toy truck. Image: Su Leslie

The intersection of art and nature. Image: Su Leslie

Morning walk. Image: Su Leslie

If you’d like to join in, pop over to Travel Words and read Jude’s introduction.

58 thoughts on “The colour green

  1. What a wonderful and varied collection, Su! I love that lamp, and ooh, mint slice! Puzzled by feijoas? Here that means beans but they look more like limes. A wonderful air of mystery to it all. Have a good week, hon! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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    • Feijoas are also called pineapple guava, and are native to South America. They grow really well in Auckland — so much so that they’re used as hedging. When we lived in England, we did try to track some down, but no-one had ever heard of them.

      Hope your week is going well too.

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  2. I can always rely on you for the unusual and unexpected! Love that glass chandelier, but how on earth do they clean it? The fern is perfectly captured and the art and foodie photos a delight. But my mouth is drooling (I know, not a good look) at that mint slice. Artistically photographed as well with my favourite mug and matching glass bead on the fork. Thank you πŸ’šπŸ’š

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    • Thanks Jude. That slice is one I get occasionally from a wholefood cafe nearby. I’ve been trying out a few different raw slice recipes (the latest is mocha), but not mint yet. Next on the list maybe?

      Have I ever told you the story of how I took my mother to Paris for her birthday one year, and we visited Sainte-Chapelle on a beautiful spring morning. The sun was streaming through the stained glass and I was having a moment of almost divine contemplation when my mother — rather loudly — announced “those windows must be a nightmare to keep clean.”

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  3. That macro of the fern frond is so fascinating – it has been a while since I’ve seen one up close (read: don’t like wearing my glasses so I compensate poorly by squinting at everything!). The patterns are fascinating.

    The rocket sandwich looks so inviting, although Loving Husband will surely ask where the meat is; your have managed to capture the crustiness of that roll, and the bitter freshness of the arugula!

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    • It took me ages to accept that I need glasses, but I’ve decided I actually look quite good in them (and can actually read things now).

      The Big T would probably be asking the same question, but I find meat increasingly hard to digest, except in very small quantities.


      • Which is why I have been mostly vegetarian for ages – meat does not agree with me.

        Since I am home a lot more these days, I tend to just take out my contact lenses – problem solved. Except that when I am outdoors, those lenses are back on!

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