when is it done?
one of the biggest questions that comes up when trying to compose an image is “when is it done?” is that just exactly the right arrangement of just the right number of just the right kinds of elements? sometimes i know right away. sometimes i play for an hour and still don’t know. this one works for me, but without that little arc of dried grass stem, i don’t know. i might have had another hour ahead of me.
assorted dried botanicals
after 24 hours of traveling, i went to bed in iceland for the first time last night, and the sun was apparently so happy to see me that it wouldn’t go away until almost midnight. i’m a little droopy today as a result. i love you too, icelandic sun, but i think we need to take a break from each other. maybe you can just text me tomorrow night.
common weed (quack grass)
picking a favorite child
i love ferns. they grow all around my house. i watch over them. i nurse them. i move them to safety when they are at risk from mowers or foot traffic. they are like my children. but i have a confession. i love one of my children just a little bit more than all the others. actually, it’s not even close. my favorite is maidenhair fern. sorry ostrich fern, bracken fern, wood fern, and my lovely polypodies. but i love your sister more.
a kind of bow
if i look at it the right way, i can just see in the pattern of these dried wild iris stems a sort of chaotic bow, tying up a white wrapped present that i’m about to open. as you read this, i will be opening up that present. and the gift inside will be my very first view of the city of reykjavik, after half a lifetime of thinking about it. happy life-list day to me.
over-wintered wild iris leaves and flower
the downside of dailyness
tonight i leave for iceland. i will be there with two longtime friends, for a little less than a week, and traveling together is the way we three friends manage not to lose touch with each other. i’m not regretting the decision to go away. and i have always wanted to visit reykjavik, but it would be easier to pack and leave if i didn’t also have to create five days’ worth of STILL blog images ahead of time. my daily STILL blog routine is the heartbeat of this creative career that has brought so many gifts into my life, but this is one of the days that the routine feels more like doing the dishes than like reaching for the stars. the next few days will be full of STILL-blog-worthy images, combined with workmanlike text, and i will catch you all up when i am back home. bestu óskir og mikið ást. mary jo.