Macro Monday — take 2
Like so many plants and animals introduced to New Zealand, banana passion-fruit has proved to be incredibly invasive and damaging. It grows easily and abundantly, smothering other species. Indeed, it is illegal here to cultivate, sell or distribute the plants.
The Big T likes the fruit — which really does look like a small banana with the inside of a passion-fruit — so he was quite pleased to find some growing by the roadside recently.
I find it quite astringent, but was very happy to tear out a length of vine to bring home and photograph.
Regular Random is a photo challenge hosted by Desley Jane at Musings of a Frequently Flying Scientist. Please pop over and take a look; and if you’d like to join in:
- choose a subject or a scene
- spend five minutes photographing it – no more!
- try to not interfere with the subject, instead see it from many angles, look through something at it, change the light that’s hitting it
- have fun!
- tag your post #regularrandom and ping back to Desley’s post.
We’ve been home from the Coromandel for a couple of days and are already thinking we need another holiday. But on the plus side, I’ve been sorting my photos from the trip. I think this is one of my favourites.
Well the election gods haven’t (so far — hung parliament) come through with the new government I wanted for my birthday, AND I’ve managed to spend the last 36 hours feeling utterly miserable from a gastro-bug-thingy , BUT …
… the Big T floored me with a particularly thoughtful and wonderful birthday gift.
I’ve been dithering for ages about buying a macro lens, and now I am the ecstatic owner of a Canon EF 100mm f/2.8 IS USM macro lens. I’m a bit hopeless with technical terminology, but even from my first experiments, I can tell this lens is seriously cool.
As my interest in photography has grown, I’m turning my lens more and more on nature, and particularly on the tiny details. In a world that I find increasingly — well, scary — I am comforted and sustained by the beauty and resilience of the smallest life forms.
And by the love of the good people like the Big T. And not just for the awesome gift — I’m even more grateful for his thoughtful compassion and nursing skills — especially at 3am when I’m sick and grumpy and, frankly, stink.