love at first sight
some compositions require a little patience and devotion before i fall in love with them. this one featured humble rutabagas singing their hearts out in brass tones, and i loved them from the start.
i don’t know what these ghostly coins will buy me access to, but wherever that place is, i think i want to pay my entry fee.
plumb wore out
this is the end of a day during which steve and i halved and pitted a grocery bag full of plums the size of golf balls. we made jam, we made a tart, we ate them raw, we froze them, we made liqueur with everclear and liqueur with cognac. i am still not tired of the beauty of these irregular orbs with their gorgeous powdery bloom, but i am, nevertheless, ready for bed.
plums (probably mount royal variety)
a neighbor, who happens to be a tax client of my husband’s, has followed my recent explorations into botanical dyes and inks, an brought me this amaranth, which is currently macerating in a five gallon bucket on my front stoop, and creating the most beautiful magenta colored liquid. thank you kendra. you are a kindred soul. and i hope my husband gets you an enormous refund this year.
hopi red dye amaranth
fade to white
this completes a short series of melons sliced so that they disintegrate into the white background. first there was watermelon then canteloupe and today honeydew. i feel as if there is something a tiny bit cubist about these arrangements. something that is both vegetal and abstract, and i like how my perception hops back and forth between the two visions.