It is becoming increasingly apparent that I have a major weakness. The moment I see a flash of colour nestled in greenery or a particularly satisfying petal shape, I absolutely must take a photo of the entrancing fungus or flower in question. Hence, when I go on walks or visit gardens, I prefer to go alone. This means that no one else need be subjected to my irregular pace.
On my recent visit to the Singapore Botanical Gardens this meandering approach was further compounded by the presence of signs about both the plants and history of the UNESCO World Heritage Site. Even greater than my photo taking habit is the desire to read every sign and poster ever written; a desire no doubt borne of a constant thirst for new and unique information. If only my physics notes were so compelling. Of particular amusement to me was the different minds behind the descriptive plaques for some of the gardens’ plants. While some authors took the scientific approach, describing in detail the size and shape of a leaf, others preferred a more poetic angle, unable to resist the tempting lure of an well placed adjective.
Though three hours in the Singaporean heat almost had me persuaded of leaving the Orchid Gardens for another day’s adventure, in the end I was unable to resist the thought of more flowers to photograph peruse. In this secluded corner of the botanic gardens I was not alone in my over-enthusiastic photography. Indeed, while my knowledge of orchids is limited, I do believe that every flower of the species projects a sense of serenity far beyond what one would expect, driving people to capture them for time immemorial.
I would have happily wondered in peaceful tranquillity down the secluded paths and under the blossoming arches forever. However, I was still interested in seeing the evolution garden so was forced to drag myself away. The evolution garden – despite being walked in reverse – presented an informative history of life on earth with the landscape designed to show the descendants of each age’s plant life. Sadly, with evening beginning to loom, it was at this point I took a mosquito to the leg. While it is the only bite I have sustained so far and nothing beyond the capabilities of a little tiger balm, I decided it was time to begin heading home. Naturally it took me another hour to return to the MRT station as there was no way I could miss the Herb and Spice Garden, and it would have be downright foolish of me not to see the Eco Lake.
All in all it was a very pleasant, if somewhat hot, afternoon out. Now without further ado allow me to present you with a mere selection of the flower photos I took: