this is the only monarch i ever want to reign in north america. long live the king. may he gently swat away with tender wingbeats all other pretenders to his throne, should the constitution ever fail us.
monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus)
funkia is an alternate name for hosta, based on some guy named funk who collected ferns and alpine plants. i sort of love the idea of calling hostas “funkia” because they are perhaps the least funky plants in existence. they might be even less funky than day lilies, spirea bushes, and dahlias. they are the ward cleavers of landscaping solutions. they are the bill gateses of shade tolerance. they are the woody allens of angiosperms. and yet . . . look at this hosta. feeling itself. blooming however it damn well pleases. lost in its own private boogie wonderland. funk it up, mr. family asparagaceai, subfamily agavoideae, genus hosta. funk it up.
hosta scape with blossoms
allez les bleus
we have a household bias in favor of the french national soccer team for some fairly obvious reasons. the problem is that, despite having been a competitive high school soccer player and loving the game, i can’t watch high stakes soccer games. they are too stressful. i have to do self-talk throughout the entire two hours, reminding myself that this doesn’t really matter as much as my adrenaline system and my amygdala is telling me it does. so today, instead of watching france squeak by belgium to reach the final round of the world cup, i photographed a perfectly pale, crenelated, peach colored day lily, and felt no primitive urge either to fight or to flee.
peach colored daylily
all i got
one thing you learn when you take a photo almost every day for 6 years is that you do get a little bit better, with many exceptions, on a gradual upward trajectory, every year as long as you care. this is a photo worthy of one of my better efforts in year one or two, but maybe not quite worthy of my best work in year six. but this is all i got today. the stock market is headed for a new record high sometime in the next few years. today is just a minor correction. i’m not selling. i’m all in.
don’t know why
i love this image and i don’t know why. it is a little darker, both in color tone and in mood than i generally like. there is something a little morbid and skeletal about these poppy seed heads, and additionally there is right now in american culture such a devastating association between poppies and the opiates and opioids that are derived from them, or inspired by them, that it is hard to look at a poppy and not think for at least a second or two about ruined lives. granting all that, however, i can’t help seeing these seed heads as something more comically macabre than actually sinister. they look exhausted and awkward and i can’t tell if they are coughing out seeds from their pursed mouths, or whether they are trying to vacuum them up. they belong with the addams family. dull little monsters acting very serious, but designed to make us laugh.
poppy stems with seed heads and seeds