A bit of fun today, in response to blog-friend Mike Powell whose posts are full of facts, fun and fabulous fotos! This morning on Facebook I found he’d posted a photo showing the yellow-centre detail of a daisy and he said: “Yesterday morning I spotted this tiny green metallic sweat bee on a Shasta daisy in the garden of my neighbor and fellow photographer Cindy Dyer. Ever since then I have had an irresistible urge for an egg fried sunny-side up.” 🙂
First up, for a header photo here’s a shot I took at our local cafe in town, in 2019 when they had these painted rocks sitting on their wooden bar counter. Egg, streaky bacon, and more …
On Saturday morning in Gore (Southland, New Zealand) we called into the Eastern Southland Art Gallery and I asked Nigel to photograph this particular exhibit as I really liked it. That was fortunate because now I have the opportunity to serve Mike fried egg and streaky bacon, if only in words … I offer a poem by the late Māori writer and poet Hone Tuwhare.
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poem by Hone Tuwhare
I’m a dog cold-nosing
quiescent folds of inching
flesh blooping a white
bob-tailing off: splat.
Pale anaemic streak-marks
in a bacon-rasher sky,
fried egg coming up.
Mike Powell’s ‘fried egg’ Shasta daisy photo can be seen at this blogpost:
[Link:] Bee and daisy
Text by Liz, photos by Liz and Nigel; Exploring Colour (2019, 2021)