what i love about this photo is the animalistic thorny spine that makes you want to see this leaf as something alive and a little bit menacing. it’s just a leaf. but it might be something else. beware.
dried teasel leaf
there are few things more exhilarating than a sage green olive grove. and few things more civilized than a plate full of olives, a shallow dish of good olive oil sprinkled over with sea salt, and a loaf of good bread. count me in.
olive tree branches
brand new eggs in a nest of dead twigs. dead feathers left behind by living raptors. the driftwood bones of dead trees washed ashore by the living sea. a gatherer like me is always trafficking in the living and the dead.
feathers, nests, driftwood, and beach rocks
thank you, prickly palm frond, for this geographically appropriate send-off. we will miss you, languedoc, both your prickliness and your warm mediterranean openness, and we will see you again, sooner than later we hope.
we are, unaccountably, leaving a place where the daffodils have just begun to blossom in january, for a place where a couple of feet of snow will blanket the ground until april, at which point, if we are lucky, the daffodils will start blossoming in minnesota. there is a universe in which this makes sense, i’m sure. i’m just not familiar with this particular universe.