Wednesday, November 10, 2010

While excursioning through Santa Barbara

I have a friend who was a florist in a previous lifetime... hold that thought for a second, I just noticed this... why isn't it spelled flowerist I mean after all they're working with flowers? Anyways, back again. They have entire flocks of these birds of paradise! I guess I had just assumed that because they were so flamboyant they'd be strutting their stuff all by themselves. I'm almost certain that she already knew this however ;o)


I'm not exactly sure what this is, but if I had to guess it's got something to do with palm tree reproduction. It's succulentish (looking not tasting) and reminded me of the sacred tree in Avatar *s*


Dad on a mission (he doesn't think he walks fast). I really liked the shapley curves they put into the ceiling of a sidewalk underpass. It made it grand and pretty, rather than the usual cold dark and creepy.