Summer may mean sweat on one's brow, streams running down one's eye lashes, face, neck, wet shirts sticking to one's skin and a sigh of relief when one slips into an air-conditioned home, office or mall. But to me, it means plenty of sun and with the sun, lots of light. Light to me is really a magician. It transforms otherwise plain leaves and flowers into unbelievably varied patterns of light and darkness, transparency, translucence and everything else in between and above all, a feast of colors. This feeling was peculiarly strong when I paid a short visit to Kowloon Park after a very enjoyable "yum cha" with some of my old classmates
I was greeted by a sea of daisies upon arrival at the park.
I love this ball with its shades melting gradually from clarity into a soothing vagueness.
And the fresh yellow of this allamanda
Nearby was this resplendent young bird of paradise.
and its buds.
Two real birds of the tropical paradise: parrots.
And these beautiful flowers growing at the side of the pond
A close up of one of them.
Nearby growing upon a fence, were these glory bowers or white lanterns.
And this one blooming
Close by, were these budding yellow daylilies or infundibuliforms (?)
These purple balls of bachelor's button
dancing stamens of this bristly melastoma
And these cockerel crown
These leaves, though less elaborate, have their own beauty too.
A fallen flower.
One of the few remaining roses
It's very complicated heart!
The last rose of summer
Not far from them, I found many many of these pink wishbones or pink torenias.
A perfect crown!
A true romance of color in yellow, red, pink, orange, blue, green, purple, brown, black and white...!