Monday, September 26, 2011

No. 5, a final bouquet of blossoms

From Swan Island Dahlias, Canby, Oregon. I visited early on Labor Day morning.

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A test garden dahlia--they don't have names yet, just numbers. I forgot to photograph the number.
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Pipsqueak. Hot Tamale.
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Patricia Ann's Sunset. Lucky Ducky.
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I'm a Hottie. Koppertone.
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Bed Head. Little Missy.
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Cloudburst. Crazy Legs.
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Mardy Gras. Raspberry Punch.
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A worker from Swan Island Dahlias cuts blossoms to be sold to patrons of the Dahlia Show. He's got his knife in his mouth and a bouquet in his hands. I had watched him for a while, walking along and cutting first one stem, then another, until he had this big bunch.

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