There is a park, free for the public’s use, near my brick-ed cottage where the sun glows through snow white honeysuckles. And sometimes, if conditions are just right, they can turn a deep shade of vibrant purple. There some beautiful balls of petals, trying to force themselves out into the light, but you’ll miss them if you’re not careful!
Photography, mayest thou always give me bursts of light and colour. Mayest thou capture-eth (really drinketh in that word “capture-eth”) the sun as it reflects off all the wonders that it bringeth hence. Mine eyes tear at thy beauty, tear at thine brightness and tear because I do not want to shut them and they’re getting very dry.
Here are some pics I took last May.