creeping over everything.....

The Ivy Green
By Charles Dickens 1812-1870 Charles Dickens

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim:
And the mouldering dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.


I spent some time as a visitor today at the NZIPP (National Professional Photographers) convention. I sat in on some judging . A very interesting excercise for those of us who have ever competed. The time I got there was in time for the classical Wedding shots-as out of camera, no post processing. Really fun to observe. Five judges- all professionals- 3 had to agree. It was interesting the number of times they had to debate....some times opinions were at each end of judging. Obviously it is a personal thing. This allows for so much frustration at club level, but for me hammered home the idea that we should do what WE like, not what we think the judge(s) might like.
On way home stopped at a mall for some errands. By my car was this post with this fresh ivy leaves clambering up it. I dislike ivy in the garden as it is such a bully, but like this looks good. i did like the new yellow leaves, slowly turning green.