They say orchids are the most highly evolved of all flowering plant species. I don’t know enough to verify that. In fact, I used to think of them as divas – all attitude and colour.
Well then, I told them. You can keep your airs. I have nicer flowers than you as my friends.
When I followed Amy to Singapore Botanical Gardens on Wednesday the 16th of January, 2019, it was mainly to see the gigantic lilypads I knew were in there – a cousin had shown me some photographs decades ago. They were the reason Singapore entered my bucket list at all.
But if you have ever let yourself be guided by a determined twenty-five-year-old who loves orchids, you won’t have to be told that the lilypads had to wait.
We entered the orchid garden, and the rest is history.
These posts are going to be about them, the prima donnas of the flower kingdom that I have fallen utterly, impossibly in love with. An ode to their beauty, grace and exquisite complexity.
An orchid a day. For however long it takes.
I don’t remember their names, and frankly, I don’t care. An orchid is an orchid is an orchid. Heartbreakingly beautiful, regardless.
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P.S. I used a DSLR camera (Canon EOS1100D) to capture these images. Despite all the time and attention given, I can see the effects of age on my eyesight. Some of the images are blurred at the edges.
Like life.
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