Flowers

My wife, Karen, is clearly and correctly appalled by my lack of floral knowledge, beyond the myriad of colours and my destructive nature in the garden. Occasionally I manage a name or two after hearing some mention of it ... dropping it into conversation just to sound good. A favourite family holiday game is to photograph Dad (me!) with his head stuck in some flowering bush to get a close up. To whit, Lombard Street (the crookedist street in San Francisco. Tourists taking snaps of the street, while I was busy with the marvellous Bourganvillea display.

Sadly no scents are available, but let the colours speak for themselves in a bouquet that never needs watering. Sometimes the contrast of a simple black background bursts the colour and shape and defies any need for post processing tinkering.