Urban Nature IV: Getty Gardens on a Late Sunday Afternoon

White flooding hope licks crimson revelers held staunch by cool, uneven shadow, kindling goldenrod crystal passion…

Amber leaves bristle, ” Come hither” to a shy purple flower. She covers her mouth, coyly, with gossamer orchid fingers.

Ah, my old friend, Bee. I cannot resist them…Says something about me, I suppose, that Grandma was deathly allergic and and I am fascinated by these creatures of endless duty.

Prickly, green sea-foam pops red and violet mermaid whimsy. Emerging in schools to breathe sunbeams – on undetectable pitches (in twelve part harmony) – they sing.

Simple and sturdy, golden thread touches and the wonders of organic structure. Nature’s fingernail brushes on Creation.

Sweet Daisy. Open, free and easy…Left on my own, it is what I strive to be.

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Urban Nature II: Bees and Blooms

There are many things in which one might become lost while in Venice Beach. The natural beauty certainly ranks up there with the most obvious. Ocean views and sunsets, mountains to the north…all stunning…

In Venice, as in most communities, there is the tiny beauty that hovers all the time that we do notice, but perhaps, at which we don’t often take a hard look. On my days working as a dog walker, I try to snap a shot or two for posterity with my smart phone, an HTC Imagine.

I was lucky to catch this bee, not only working such a beautiful flower, but with that old blue car in the background.

This worker appears quite in love with the lilac, tucked away in her sweet fragrance and tasty nectar.

Kissed by a buzz and the California sun. I never realized how beautiful bees were. When you look hard at nature this small, you can really see how it all works together.

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