The first day of the last week of my holiday. The weather has been a mixed bag like it has been pretty much all month – rain and shine. At least the wind is easy, but it’s just the calm before the storm (tomorrow is promising to be blustery and rainy).
I went for a walk with the 300mm lens, thinking that the conditions would be good for the big gun. I didn’t find many subjects, but when I glanced at the bay which peeked between the trees below me, I saw some white dots and used the 300mm as a telescope and confirmed that they must indeed be white waterlilies! This is just unbelievable – how many times have I written about my attraction to the white waterlilies and the story behind it? I rushed back, told my parents that I found white waterlilies so Dad (slightly doubtful) and I rowed into the bay to have a look. When all we could see was yellow waterlilies, I started to doubt myself – but then, after getting past yet another bank of reeds, there they were. I counted eight individuals in bloom and there were a lot of buds also.
Call me sentimental, call me a fool, or call me a sentimental fool, but I almost got a little bit misty eyed. It’s been almost 3 decades since we’ve last seen white waterlilies in this lake, even Dad was calling this the best discovery of the summer.
It’s not the best of pictures, but it’s a white waterlily, in our little bay. You have been missed.