Glorious Thing

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Glorious Thing

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Just as noxious as yesterday’s nasty thing and nearly as lovely… I’ve always had a weakness for morning glories

Written by Titirangi Storyteller

29/11/2012 at 11:12 pm

Posted in Writing

Tagged with flower, morning glory, New Zealand, noxious plants, photopo, Titirangi Storyteller, weed

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Love the composition of this one.

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20/12/2012 at 9:04 am

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- Thanks. I’m really having fun with flowers lately. Just got a macro lens – not the highest quality one, but it’s not bad… really discovering the joys of macro. So much, I’m going to have to have the L series soon… and then… oh, you know how it goes…
  
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