Flower of the Day: Lilac with bug

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The softness of lilac seems out of place amongst the rusts and yellows of autumn, and yet this patch of flowers decided to make a statement. While my camera lens appreciates the beauty of flowers, I am ignorant of their names. If you can educate me, I would be grateful.

(For Cee’s Flower of the day.)

7 thoughts on “Flower of the Day: Lilac with bug”

pattimoed says:

October 8, 2018 at 11:54 am

What a beautiful shade of purple!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 8, 2018 at 1:23 pm
  
  I thought so too. Thanks Patti.
  
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Cee Neuner says:

October 6, 2018 at 3:03 pm

Wonderful photo of this lily. 😀 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 6, 2018 at 3:07 pm
  
  Yeah – it’s a lily. Of course. I see that now. So much to learn. Thanks Cee.
  
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Photography Journal Blog says:

October 6, 2018 at 5:26 am

I love that little bug, can’t help with the name of the flower, sorry.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 6, 2018 at 2:21 pm
  
  At least I’m not alone in my ignorance
  
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  1. Photography Journal Blog says:
    
    October 6, 2018 at 8:09 pm
    
    🙂 Yup, you’ll always have me! 🙂
    
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