Ah Daturas are so beautiful... don't sniff in the pollen though... or do if you want to hallucinate!
How wonderfully odd an image. I love it. And the title. There are tessellated brick footpaths just like that around where I live.I didn't recognise these as Datura until Jams pointed it out. Is the pollen active then? I thought it was just the seeds.
Delightful!Merci de tout coeur.
Jams,beautiful and dangerous – a combination often to be found, hm? Almost as often as beautiful and empty-headed. Passing the Angel's trumpet in the evening when the 'trumpets' are opening themselves and effusing [?] a captivating scent is wonderful, though.S.E., ha. Now, that's a lovely com(pli)ment. Thank you.As for your question: I do not know whether it's the pollen and/or the seeds. That's, however, one of the easiest question to answer for our hallucination-expert, Jams O'Donnell Esq..Jams?! Claude,you are surprising me.Delightful?Ah ... you do not mean the whithered blossom, but the thought behind, hm? :)
The photo just appeals to me, Sean. A withered blossom retains a special, unique charm. Like an ageing face, wrinkled by time. And that solid, beautiful stone accentuates the fragility of the dying flower.A charming (and moving) setting....
ClaudeI knew you meant the thought behind.
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