The hyacinth orchid is a recalcitrant subject for a portrait, as I may have mentioned before. It has a mass of flowers on a tall stem, which woggles madly in the slightest breeze. And the the flowers have a deep trumpet that defies clarity. As if that doesn’t pose enough photographic problems, there’s the backlight, and the marauding wallabies who chew the top off just as the inflorescence is readying itself for splendour.

However, my weekend companion managed to get a few shots this morning, armed with knowledge about ISO, white balance and P. I am envious, but I lack his patience and technical instincts. The photos aren’t perfect (at least in his opinion), but they’re a darned sight better than anything I’ve taken.