Another perfect flower.
Another perfect flower.
This is my bromelia which is not indigo, but it is in a pot which as far as I can see is indigo, although it might be something else. I am slowly getting confused with all these blues, that I am beginning to feel blue myself.
But a little story about this bromelia. I had never had a bromelia and wanted a plant so Mr. Swiss said get one of those, it looks nice. As you can see in the photo on the left, it did look nice when it was young and lovely, with its orange stalk in the middle. It was already standing in its indigo pot.
This was about a year ago. With time the bromelia finished flowering and I was left with green leaves and a brown middle piece. Mr. Swiss found it was time to throw it away, but not with me. I looked after my dying bromelia, being inquisitive what could happen. The instructions were not to water the earth, but let the water collect between the leaves which I followed exactly.
The orange part dried up and became brown, but I still persevered. One of the brown parts split, and there was a fluffy cloud that appeared with a few seeds, at least I think they were seeds, but I left it to do its own thing.
And eventually new leaf stalks appeared at the base of the plant. Mr. Swiss was still convinced that I should throw it away, but not with me. I want to know what will happen. It look like it is producing new stalks with leaves, which might, who knows, each bear an orange flower eventually. Looking for something indigo, my eyes rested on the pot.
The bromelia is a mysterious plant, you never know what it will do next. I am sure it is a close relative of the triffid.
Yesterday I went for a walk with my camera. Why did I take the camera? Was it instinct, or did I actually need the camera. I never really thought about it in detail. I even had to make a choice as to which lens I would need on my walk and I selected the short lens – instinct: no, of course not, it was based on the experience gathered on previous camera walks. I wanted the close range details and not the mountains at kilometer distances.
On my walk I discovered this hole. It was a perfectly round hole, on it own. I was alone and saw no-one who had put a claim on the hole. I regarded the hole closely, and found it to be quite a muddy hole which was astonishing because we have had no rain for at least a week. We have had dry sunny weather, so why was this hole filled with mud, very suspicious. This was where my instinct was necessary. A hole in the middle of nowhere. Was it a trap? The hole must have been there for a purpose. According to my instinct I found that the water that had collected beneath the hole over the past few months, had now risen to infiltrate the hole with mud.
I examined the hole closer. It was the size of a human foot, a larger foot and the hole was a deep hole. If you did not know that the hole was there you could easily fall, trip, perhaps twist or break an ankle. Yes, it was a dangerous hole. My instinct told me that at night this hole could be dangerous. An innocent jogger, on an evening run, might put his foot into the hole. Here instinct was unnecessary, for the plain and simple explanation that you do not expect a hole to appear in the middle of a meadow for no apparent reason. Perhaps the creators of the hole were just following their instinct and found that this meadow would be imperfect without a hole. Perhaps there was a bear on the loose from a circus or zoo, even a tiger, and their instinct told them that a hole would be a useful tool to trap such an animal.
In the meanwhile I heard an ambulance approaching. Yes, the first jogger had fallen into the hole and was being transported to the local hospital. In his case his instinct failed him. He did not expect to find such an obstacle in the middle of the field.
I decided not to trust my own instinct and walked on, and then what did I see? Yes, another hole, exactly the same size and depth as this first hole. The mystery was deepening. Someone was digging holes in the ground, perhaps there were more. There are no limits to what an instinct can lead to. What was the solution to these holes in the ground with no apparent reason. I was just about to ring the local police station on my mobile telephone to make them conscious of the fact that holes were appearing everywhere, but my instinct told me to wait. My instinct was right. As I turned the corner I saw two wooden poles exactly the same width as the two holes. Yes, I had found the purpose of the holes. The two poles would be inserted in the holes, but why? I decided to go home, these poles or the holes in the ground were not my problem.
When the primroses are flowering in the wild meadows, then you know that spring is on its way. I decided to take a walk yesterday afternoon. The sun was shining, temperatures were comfortable and my camera needed feeding. Mr. Swiss had volunteered to give the kitchen a deeper clean. I always did it on Tuesday afternoon, just a half hour job, but he decided to take the job over a month ago and I am pleased. He does not mind and I have more time to go places and see things.
I decided on a trip to the local castle, but this time I took my 18-105 lens: not so much zoom, but better for closer photos – see above photo taken in the meadow in front of the castle.
It is a longer upward path to the castle, but I managed it ok, stopping for a few photos on the way. There is the most perfect view of Balmflüh, straight ahead on the photo and part of the first chain of the Jura from our direction. Somewhere halfway up the mountain in a village known as Niederwil, is the place where Mr. Swiss was born and grew up.
I have at last discovered the ideal way to take photos when you need a stick for support in one hand. If I am alone it can present problems. I would suspend my cane on the opening of my winter jacket and with both hands hold the camera. However, when walking with a light jacket, and later when the warmer weather arrives there will be no jacket, what can I do? I tried leaning the cane against my body, but it falls and I have to pick it up afterwards which is also a problem for me.
I have now discovered the one hand method and it works perfectly. I am glad I got myself the Nikon D3000 last year as my older Nikon D7000 was heavier and larger. Now I found I could hold the camera in my right hand, focus and take the photo with the right without having to support it with both hands. I know it sounds complicated, but it is very easy and I no longer need to find a place for the cane. I am so happy. I can put up with a lot, but my pleasure in taking photos was a little spoilt by this silly walking problem. Now I can do it again normally with no inconvenience.
When I reached the castle at the top of the hill, I decided to relax on a bench and recover from the climb to the top. You are rewarded with wonderful views over the Bernese middle land with a few villages in between. On a clear day you can see the alps.
What I really wanted to do was walk a little further and visit the back part of the castle where the entrance is for the public, when open, and a few other views were available. I had recovered enough energy so gave it a try. Although it was again upwards, not so much. I passed their vegetable garden on the way, and their veg had already started to sprout.
I stayed awhile taking photos. There were about 5-6 benches placed in stratigic positions so I did not have to use so much energy for the photos. Just relax on a bench and shoot, it was ideal. I was alone except for a few people that worked there. A colleague of mine actually works in the castle in the accounts department. It seems to be similar to running a business if you work in a castle.
After a photo session, I decided it was time to go. I did not want to find a worried Mr. Swiss when I arrived home. On the return journey I heard the local church chiming the hour, so I was in good time, although I could not really run if I was late. I discovered walking downhill was easier than up. It was a wonderful afternoon and branching out on my route was a pleasant change. I did not take a photo of the castle, but to soothe your curiosity here is a photo I took from a distance.
Today I have a quest in the local supermarket to fulfil. Food must be bought and I also want to buy a nice little potted plant for my front garden table, something in the way of daffodils probably. I can replant them in the garden when they have finished flowering.
Now is the time to go. Since having my new iPad I can complete my messages from the bed which is no problem, as I am awake in any case. I can write my blog afterwards and in the meanwhile have discovered that for my colleagues across the pond I am probably an hour earlier due to daylight saving or whatever.
Enjoy the day those that a shovelling snow, that will also melt eventually. Always look on the bright side.
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