Poinsettias


Poinsettias grow in pots, at least in America they do, but not here in Antananarivo... They grow wild and free and tall like trees. It is the end of May in Madagascar and the beginning of winter, and all the poinsettias are starting to bloom. These pictures are from places I pass in the neighborhood, and sometimes from a car.

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