A large, showy shrub, the PG Hydrangea was sent to the USA from Japan in 1961. They thrive in Eastern North Carolina from mid summer through early fall, seemingly immune to the severe weather conditions that usually accompany summers here. When it comes to hydrangeas, PG’s are the strongest of all. The huge flower clusters open as pure white blooms from 18 inches long and nearly a foot wide.
The show continues throughout the summer. In late summer, the cones turn a pretty pink and when Autumn arrives, the blooms morph into a beautiful shade of rust with gray-green leaves. Easy to grow, PG’s like moist, rich, well drained soil and grow to an average height of six to eight feet. They prefer full sun to partial shade. Great fun to photograph, they are one of the few blooms that last throughout the summer. Thanks for the visit and have a great week ahead. See you next time.
The hydrangeas are staging their annual color show. They run through their color parade quickly; from a pale to brilliant yellow then to a soft blue ripening to a deep blue.
The color of hydrangeas is determined by the soil. The more acidic the soil is, the more blue they will become. This particular hydrangea bed lives under a tribe of tall Lob Lolly Pines which makes for acid soil.
I use spot metering for most of my flower shots, taking the light reading from the flower itself. It puts the bloom in the spotlight darkening the background.
It takes several days, depending on the light, for the blooms to go all blue and another day or so to reach their prime color which is of couse Deep Blue. Nikon D700 Camera with a 70-200mm f/4 lens set at 200mm. Thanks for the visit and have a good week ahead. See you next time. .
They were early. Again! That’s been the case for the past two or three years. Time was when we didn’t see them here until late October. Now they show up in late September. Another indicator, perhaps, that this part of the planet is still warming. They’re pretty ragged little blooms and their time is short. An opening act for the Camellias that come on the scene in November, or is that now late October? I forget. It’s the Sasanqua that have my attention. I see them as a sort of signpost that Autumn is around the corner. And sure enough, after the first bloom premiered last week in 80 degree heat, our first real cold front moved through dropping the temperature into the 50’s overnight and daytime highs in the upper 60’s. And shooing Hurricane Maria off into the Atlantic. So all hail the Sasanqua, opening act of Autumn.
I was AWOL last week. Chest pains during the night. The wife packed me off to the ER. EKG’s, X Rays, blood tests galore. The diagnosis. No Heart Attack. Arthritis! in the rib cage at the breast bone. Who knew one could have arthritis in the chest? So a false alarm and I was shuttled back into the world of the well. Thanks for the look. See you next time.
The Dogwoods went into hibernation during the week and half freeze but blossomed with the return of warmer temperatures. Within a week the flags of Spring were on full display.
These are wild dogwoods that have popped up on the farm over the years. Attempts to transplant them to suit one’s own landscaping plan are iffy. Wild things don’t like to be tamed. And it seems the wild ones are less prone to the myriad of diseases that plague hybrids. Wild or hybrid, they are very photogenic.
These were taken with a Nikon 24-120mm f/4 lens on a Nikon D750 Camera. Thanks for the look and have a good week ahead.
It was a short season, the annual festival of azalea blooms that charm the south. It was the schizophrenic weather that did them in, reducing the vibrant flowers to drooping puddles of faded color. But not all met their demise.. It gave thought to the possibility that old doesn’t always equate to impending doom. Maybe 60 year old azaleas are made of sterner stuff. Witness these giant Formosa Azaleas that weathered three days of 20 degree nights.
As you may have gathered, I have changed my mind about ditching this blog. Sort of! The fancy custom address is gone but I figured if 60 year old Azaleas can carry on, this 72 year old shooter can. See you after the next frost, maybe before.