One of the many problems I have come across whilst culling and cataloguing my photos (apart from general inertia, irresistible diversions, mind numbing tedium and chronic indecision) is that sometimes I can’t remember what the subject is. I look at a flower or a tree or a shrub and I think “face looks familiar but can’t put a name to it”. At this point I enter into a yogic trance and stare at the mystery for a while convinced the answer will present itself. Before I know it my mind has drifted off, mental shopping lists are written, lotto wins have been spent, and David Essex (circa 1975) has emerged Darcy-esque from a lake. With a jolt I realise this isn’t getting the job done, so try again. Often I convince myself that the name is on the tip of my tongue. But its not. Haven’t got a clue. So I implement tried and tested scientific procedures. Yes, I guess. Or at least make an educated approximation/vague attempt. This might be just the word “daisy” or “umbellifer” or perhaps “leaf”. I might even pretend I didn’t see the offending picture and file it away unsullied by name or context. Then I move onto the next one. I can’t imagine why this is taking such a long time ….
Here is a rather splendid tangle of scrambling clematis and phlox. I’m not sure what the full name of either is, in this case I don’t think it matters. Just enjoy.