These colorful (but unidentifed) berries on a vine caught my eye! Highland Park, Pittsburgh.
The colors looked unreal.
*update 8:45 AM Sunday
Blog Reader L has sent Plant ID “The plant is ampelopsis.”
*update 9:04 from blog reader L
“Porcelain-berry (Ampelopsis brevipedunculata) was originally brought to the United States around the 1870’s as a landscape plant. Porcelain-berry is now recognized as an invasive plant, which can quickly overwhelm and displace native plants.Sep 7, 2006”
thanks for the info L
Fairy Gardens at Franklin Park Conservatory in Columbus OH.
Miniature gardens on display when I visited with Laura and Charlie and the Columbus Baby Wearing mothers and their kids.
Strolling with Charles (1) around the neighborhood.
Hot summer sun. The colors so rich and alive.
I appreciate the gardeners’ efforts.
Back at the house on the front porch he said “bubble” and pointed to the chair.Underneath was a red plastic bear with bubble stuff. You had to squeeze the Bear’s stomach and it took awhile for me to get the hang of it.
The sisters-in-law take a photo class and Saturday morning was the field trip to Franklin Park Conservatory. They invited me to go along. They went out to the Bride’s Garden and the doors locked behind them. I was photographing the Fairy Gardens and the model railroad and they were looking for me. Laura called me on the cell and I went and opened the door. I saw this view as I approached the doors.
I was focusing on photographing the two of them instead of the butterflies and the flowers and this added to my series.
Everyone shoots this one- Chihuly’s Glass.
Sisters-in-law shoot the fountain. They have to create a slideshow with ten images to show to the class.
Bubbles from the fountain.
View from the Gift Shop windows.
The sign in the window says, BEWARE OF DOG! I’ve driven by this place for almost six years as I go back and forth to school everyday. Sometimes there are balloons tied to the signboard outside. It’s on the corner at Brownsville Road- PLANTS & FLOWERS by Lisa .
Today I pulled over to the curb, ignored the meter, got out and went inside. I was headed to Bridgeville to visit a friend. Einstein used to have two white tufts of hair that stuck out, hence his name. The two women were really helpful to me and I asked if I might photograph him and they agreed. I thought about the flower shop as I left and drove in traffic, finding my way to Bridgeville. I’d heard that photographing animals with a black fur coat is difficult and looking at the shots now (available light) I concur. But those eyes were really checking me out! Einstein was friendly and wanted to communicate. Must be used to new customers off the street.
My grandmother worked in a flower shop in Lincoln, Illinois, and when I was small I would visit her there. I remember the spools of ribbon, the sticky green tape, the wire stands and styrofoam base, that green squishy foam and of course the smell of the place but the thing that sticks with me the most was her can of spinach and a hard boiled egg she kept in the cooler for lunch.