Sometimes, nature provides fireworks. We can gasp, if we like, but the show goes on, quite oblivious to our petty, melodramatic desires.

(taken on the paradisiacal island of Bemuda, where it is an amateur photographer’s wont to take pictures on sunfilled days, dazzled, quite naturally, by the lacquered depths of floriferous walkways, illuminated oh-so-often by maleficent rays of gold and bronze.)

Re: floriferous walkway…please excuse the poetic licence as Heliconia rostrata is not known for its flowers; they are rather insignificant and hidden, like a precious secret, in glorious bracts—and these are what we remember.

Heliconia rostrata

Heliconia rostrata


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