Big Flowers

I remember Tammy telling me what these flowers were, but it had gotten so hot at that point that my brain had turned to mush. All I can remember is that they were big (softball diameter?) and pretty. Big and pretty. I am such a guy.

The Japanese Garden

A shot from the back corner of the Japanese Garden at Maymont. Tammy probably does not realize that she was being photographed. The wide angle lens I was using snuck her into the frame.

The Italian Garden

Here is a picture of the Italian Garden at Maymont. Lots of cool colors.

We walked into this garden from the far end, down where that dome is on the left. When we first got there, a man in purple nylon jogging shorts (the kind that are just maybe a little too short or just maybe a little too loose fitting or both) was under that dome singing. Loudly.

We were a bit stumped on whether he was part of the overall Italian Garden experience, or just some guy in purple jogging shorts who decided that the accoustics of that dome were worth experiencing. He was not singling badly, but he was in our way. And he was wearing those shorts.

We decided to avoid him and his scary shorts for a few minutes. We took a small detour and then came back. He was gone.

Maymont Park

Tammy and I eventually made it to our original destination: Maymont Park. It was starting to get pretty darn hot, so this fountain looked very appealing. We decided, however, that the Maymont folks would probably take a dim view of us beaching ourselves in that pool of water.