sometimes i work too hard to interpret what nature is trying to say in my images. sometimes, she says all that needs to be said. this little branch says eucalyptus from its tip to its base. in person, if you hold it under your nose, it is even more eloquent.
cessenon-sur-orb, languedoc, france
this is my favorite attitude toward life. curl up into the fetal position like you’re wounded. and then slip in the knife of passive aggressive resentment. (by the way, this is not actually my favorite attitude toward life. it is my least favorite.)
unidentified thorned leaf
even though we have had some nice mild (i.e. windless) weather here in southern france, i have not gotten out into the garrigue much the last few days. the reason is because i have fallen down a rabbit hole. don’t worry, i didn’t get hurt. nothing is broken. i have tried my hand at collage many times over the years with only moderate success. but a few days ago, i tried yet one more time. and i’ll be damned if it didn’t work. i’m loving doing it, and as importantly, liking the results. so i haven’t done anything but glue bits of painted paper into pleasing compositions for three days straight. i’m afraid to stop lest i lose the mojo. which is all a long way of explaining why i chose this little succulent from a pot on my terrace for today’s STILL subject. and now has me wondering how often i look right over the beauty right under my own nose in search of something “better” out there.
one of the best things about being in a remote village in southern france in December is that the arrival of the christmas shopping season was recently heralded by the berries of the alexandrian laurel, which quietly turned red, in contrast to the green of their leaves. i’m feeling that shopping fever coming on. i think i’ll go for a walk, and, inflamed with irrational acquisitiveness, buy a baguette for lunch.
laurier d’alexandrie (danae racemosa)
this agave sits right next to the grill in our back courtyard here. follow the point from right to left and watch how it just keeps getting sharper and sharper until you reach the impossibly needle-like tip. steve stands next to the agave when he stands next to the grill. i can verify that the pointed tip will in fact draw blood.