An angle on nature. (Click picture for larger view)
"There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man's spice-box seasons his own food." ~ Zora Neale Hurston (1903 - 1960) US dramatistWooden arbors along a tree lined path in the Brooklyn Botanical garden. Twisting, gnarled trunks of lush vines wind up the four corner posts onto the roof lattice. These vines wind over and through the rustic wood; clustered leaves in varying shades of greens and the dark woody vines suggest limbs of a giant oak at first glance. But in May they are covered with large elongated grape-like collections of delicate flowers in shades of purple and blue that hang and sway back and forth with the breeze.... Wisteria. This traditional Southern beauty in New York City, transplanted with loving care. I missed the blooms but the arbors still gave shade and beauty, as well as a sense of calm. Four or five of these large arbors bridged the path along a large grassy mall with green evergreen on one side and a rock wall planted with burning red, yellow and orange flowers on the other. New York's own private "Wisteria Lane"; beautiful in any season, from any angle.
Submission for SeeItSunday topic "angle". (end of post)