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.
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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....
Claude
I knew you meant the thought behind.
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