a little pressure
i know, i know. summer has barely ended and i am already photographing pressed flowers. ‘save them for winter’ the voice in the back of my head is saying. waiting for winter was too much delayed gratification for me. i love the way these bee balms pressed. like little jester caps.
pressed bea balm (monarda)
as you know, i turned in a big art piece last week. so i am taking a breather and doing some long needed studio and imac desktop cleaning. today, i took a pass through my flower press, to re-acquaint myself with what was inside. and i found this beauty. i’m pretty sure it is pressed locust leaves. sometimes a little pressing helps bring out the symmetry. see? cleaning can be fun!
pressed locust leaf
not all transitions are as pretty as this one. come to think of it, most transition are pretty awkward, clumsy, and chaotic. but this wreath reminds us that there is always beauty to be found. summer ends. the flowers die. but that, too, is beautiful.
assorted dried flowers and flower petals
honored and flattered
in july, a writer and a photographer for my local paper–the minneapolis star tribune–came out to my house to take photos for feature of STILL (and me) to run in september. we spent a couple hours taking photos in my backyard, and then i promptly forgot all about it. so yesterday, when the feature came out in the star tribune magazine insert (think T Magazine), with 10 glossy full page photos of STILL and me, i was…well, blown away. the feature is in honor of the up-coming 10 year anniversary of STILL on january 1, 2022. it is one of the most beautiful profiles of my work i have seen. as soon as i have a link to share, i will. i post this image today, because this is the image they chose for the cover of the magazine. you know, i don’t really suffer from imposter syndrome, but right now i am feeling a little unworthy. it is such a tremendous honor.
autumn still life in gold and orange
okay everyone, let’s wrap it up
you know those parties where everyone stays a little too long, everyone’s having a good time and no one wants to be the first to call it a night? but, when the first brave soul finally says “i’m done. time to go.”, then suddenly everyone is looking for their coat at the exact same time? well, that is what is going on right now. summer hung around a little late, but the dahlias have finally called it. their done. and now everyone is looking for their coat.
assorted summer flowers