Boy, I’m posting all over the place, aren’t I?
I figured I might as well try to get rid of some of my giant backlog of posts, since I’m a bit of a zombie at the moment from lack of sleep (it’s finals week) and have some time to kill before I need to start the next thing.
Last week I took my camera with me to class, in order to document the arrival of Spring to campus. Everything is a complete riot of blossoms. The sky is clear, clear blue. It’s beautiful!
I give you…pieces of spring at Stanford:
Random art “interventions” (because it’s not pouring every day anymore)
(I actually don’t know whether it was an art piece or a prank; someone had left these lamp shades stacked up on some nearby bollards the day before — the next day, they had been moved to the side. Whatever the original intention, though, I found the collection a very interesting study in texture and shape).
Fountains sparkling in the sun:
(This is my favorite fountain on campus — at Old Union. I actually don’t much like the shape, but since they renovated the building and courtyard, they put in these BEAUTIFUL blue-green iridescent tiles that sort of remind me of the inside of an abalone shell…)
(although, they seem to have too many anthers to be cherry…plus, the form of the plant seems to be that of a scraggly shrub, not a full tree…hm; whatever they are, i like the pale touches of pink on the petals!)
Another beautiful mutant variety…
(These daisies grow outside my dorm, mixed in among the regular white ones. I wonder, though, where the tinges of purple came from, as the wild type seems to be exclusively white, and I don’t see any purple flowers anywhere nearby. Actually, I’ve never seen any purple flowers of this variety, though there are maybe three or four of these purple-tipped guys sprinkled in amongst the rest on our lawn. I wonder what happened to cause this weird pigmentation? Perhaps it’s more common than I think – I seem to remember seeing red-tipped daisies of the same variety outside sigma chi…though I’ve never seen purple ones outside of the Wilbur grounds!)
Sometimes I miss taking my plant biology classes a lot more than I’d like to admit, English major that I am now.