The Rosebay Willowherb are at the end of this cycle. At their height they are pinker and deeper than a girly pink. In early autumn they go to seed in a fluffy fashion and by December they are gnarled fists of skeletal remains clinging to their stalks.
In clumps along the ditches, they mark time with me, and as I walk I begin counting back months and reliving my own year.
I started out 2013 seeking light. Throughout the year I embraced shade. In spite of everything I am living in colour! Albeit more muted.
A few photographic memories from 2013……
Relentlessly snowy Berlin …..in March
All bets are off the arrival of Spring……in April
A few postcards from Sydney…….in May
Foxgloves on the lane…..in June
Friendship at the edge of time; Kerry…..in August
One of those nights…….in September