...because photography is fun. (It's the hobby that sort of crept up on me while I wasn't looking. Unlike knitting or blogging, I didn't really intend to get into it.) These irises were calling to me yesterday, and I'm very glad I stopped on my way home to take some pictures:
There's a poem in Alice Oswald's new book Weeds and Wild Flowers that describes a yellow iris as a woman with "one / gold-webbed glove, / one withered hand." I hadn't even noticed the withered blossoms on these irises, curled like fists, until I uploaded this image to my computer and looked at it full-size.
One more from the same set, for good measure:
We now return to the regularly scheduled wordy blogging...