how much do these goats beard buds look like fingers pinching little hidden gifts that they are about to release. i guess that’s exactly what they are doing.
vadnais lake, saint paul, minnesota
i don’t like the image of the tortured artist. it’s never made sense to me. i’ve always felt that art was usually best created from the perspective of sanity and a certain stability. on the other hand, i do feel that artists and creatives are well served by an enhanced, almost painful sensitivity. look at how much more vulnerable these rose petals are where the outer petal has been torn away. the veins look more prominent. the surface more velvety and vulnerable. more easily torn or damaged. that is how i feel sometimes. the world can be too noisy, too abrasive, too coercive. i feel i need to be the lower half of these petals in order to be myself, but i also need to create and defend a place that doesn’t require me to grow calluses in order to defend myself from the intrusiveness of my surroundings.
i’ve decided this unusual, triple-bladed maple seed samara means good luck. i haven’t decided what form my good luck will take yet. maybe it’s just the symbol of all the good luck i’ve already had over the last year, and i should just shut up and be grateful. on the other hand, our 11-year-old car really does need to be replaced…
unusual maple seed with three samaras
saint paul, minnesota
a photo every day can sometimes amount to drudgery. it may look a little bit glamorous, but so does raising a child, when you don’t have to account for all those diaper changes. it’s easy to say that the discipline of the process is its own reward, but sometimes the discipline is just discipline, like running 5 miles again today, or doing another 25 pushups. today was one of those days. i looked at my husband at about 3:00 pm, and asked whether he had any ideas for still blog. he sort of drifted away and never answered. and i didn’t have any ideas either. so while i’m not claiming that this is one of my most inspired posts ever, i would say that the ratio of end quality to original inspiration is as high as can reasonably be expected, 4 years and 5 months into this project, which is to say, 1,623 images after my first post, on january 1, 2012.
rose petals, bleeding heart, red bud, forget-me-nots, creeping charlie, lilac, juniper berries, iris, wild indigo
saint paul, minnesota
every year after this will be a year in which a woman has already been nominated as the presidential candidate of a major american political party. don’t let anyone tell you it’s all going to hell these days. these are the golden years, and starting today, no girl can ever believe again that being the most powerful person in the world is impossible merely because of the particular arrangement of her chromosomes at birth.
bits of gold