grounded
we’re just starting to see the first ragged formations of canada geese pass overhead in that heart swelling way they have of moving through the sky, announcing the changing of the seasons. i wish this beautiful fellow were joining in the migration.
canada goose feet
turtle lake, shoreview, minnesota
old friends
i invited a gathering of old friends into my living room today. they didn’t say much. we mostly just sat there, and i thought about where i’d first met each of them: california, minnesota, florida and southern france. then they went back into the basement. it was a good reunion. full of orderly silence, and quiet meaning.
pinecone collection
united states and france
change of heart
i picked a long cucumber vine that had started to pull its way across the tops of some prairie grass in our back yard, reminding myself once again that with a black background i could photograph white flowers. and the white flowers were spectacular. delicate and dainty heads of them sitting upright on stalks every foot or so along the vine. i can’t wait to lay these out and take their photos, i thought to myself. i’ve wanted to photograph them for years. and then i saw this perfect springform conical tendril. and all thoughts of white flowers were banished for the rest of the day.
cucumber vine tendril
can’t get over you
we have had exactly two clematises over 25 years of marriage. there have been other plants and flowers and trees that have spent part of every single year with me, and yet i think of clematis as one of my favorite flowers. i don’t know if it’s just that beautiful, or if i met it young enough that i will always think of it as mine, somehow.
clematis
minneapolis, minnesota
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They are gorgeous. I’m nurturing a fall blooming clematis on my garage trellis and trying to coax it into bloom this year. Last year I planted a “Princess Diana” and its bell-shaped pink and white flowers are charming. Then they turn into a little Dr. Seuss looking little swirl. Lovely throughout all their phases.
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a feather a day for six years
i probably see one feather on average for every walk i take. if that were true, and i had walked every day since the start of STILL blog, i would have amassed about 2000 feathers so far, which is not enough to completely feather any but the smallest songbirds. i would have to keep finding a feather a day for another 10-15 years in order to feather a raptor, and about another 60 years to clothe a swan. the wonder is not that i find a feather almost every day, but that we are not awash in them.
collection of found feathers
