in the wings
the oranges are gathering in the wings, peering around the curtains at the gathered crowd, waiting for their cue to burst onstage and be the stars of the next few months before the snow flies.
mountain ash and lilies
unrelated but related
so what does a beautiful blue spike of salvia have to do with an eames lounge chair? nothing at all except that we had the opportunity to see both of them this afternoon. in the midst of a re-envisioning of the interior of our house just now, we went to look at a used 1987 eames lounge chair at the home of a charming woman in west bloomington, mn, who also raises seven different kinds of native milkweed from seed each year, and who drew my attention to this gorgeous blue salvia in her front yard just as a bee landed on one of the petals. of course, we bought the chair.
the rules have changed
my husband and son brought this plant home from a trout fishing expedition. hey, we have a plant for you to photograph, they said. so i brought out my 4×4 black tagboard and a camera, then watched them drag a six foot tall plant like a lacy bamboo tree out the hatchback of our car. well, i thought. the rules have changed. fortunately we just painted the exterior of our house black. so i had steve stand like a sentinel with his right arm extended horizontally, holding a plant as tall as himself, as i snapped a few dozen photos of this freak of nature.
as a former aerospace engineer, i see this fish and i think about the space shuttle. that’s totally normal, right? i mean the fish’s scales shed water aerodynamically (sorry, i mean hydrodynamically) in the same way that the space shuttle’s tiles used to shed the 2300 degree F heat of re-entry. its all just good engineering. we as a species are very good engineers. but you know who is a better engineer? her name is evolution.
loup de mer (mediterranean sea bass)
that kind of mood
what i first saw when i picked these bee balm flowers were the tonsured heads of monks, with bald heads and rings of hair. that analogy is a stretch, i see now. the heads are too small, and the hair too long and colorful, unless this was a particularly punk rock order of monks. maybe i leaped to the image so quickly because i have been feeling an urge to go monastic myself lately. we are trying to put our thumbs in all the little holes in the dyke, and yet the news and the distractions and the streams of unhelpful data keep leaking in. maybe i need to shave my head, and declare myself the abbott of a new sect. everyone welcome. no phones. one daily walk required. creativity encouraged. silence until dinner. then we all talk until late. follow me, my children…
bee balm (monarda)
turtle lake, shoreview, minnesota