a palette of spring greens
every time i make a STILL blog photo i have a choice: bright light or soft light? sometimes the subject dictates, but usually, it’s a judgment call. Most often I choose soft light. But today I feel the bright sunshine on the waxy leaves gets more to the essence of these sturdy little leaves that rattle in the wind like the sound of rain.
mood. intention. instinct. i think i have used all of them as criteria/inspiration in my creative process. most recently however, i have been trying something new–trying to get at the essence of the thing i am photographing. the fernness of the fern, for example. it is easy to say, but hard to put into practice–it’s a subtle shift away from me and my interpretation of a subject, and toward the subject itself. listening deeper. looking closer. in some way i am trying to remove myself as much as possible to see if the result is more universal and less personal. we’ll see if there is a noticeable change. it will take time i believe.
spring cottonwood leaves
i described this feather as off white, and my son launched into about a 30 minute lecture on the history of streetwear and the absolute and unchallenged mastery of something called virgil abloh, and about 25 minutes in, i realized we were not talking about a slightly dirty egret feather but about a fashion icon and his line of sneakers. perhaps tomorrow, as we listen to hip hop in the car on the way to school, i will understand at least one single reference.
egret (???) feather
like a candle in reverse, these waxy dripping catkins will soon disappear, to make way for a flame burst of green leaves.
i’m trying mostly unsuccessfully to hide my love for these fern toddlers, just emerged from their fiddlehead infancy, stretching their muscles, and just hinting at the form they will take as adolescents and adults. they have been well raised. they will do just fine. congratulations to the mama fern frond who dropped these spores.
emergent fiddlehead ferns
i plucked these leaves because i thought they way they were unfurling was so tender–like a swaddled baby. maybe that’s why i feel like a proud mama looking at these young lilies of the valley. my little darling are vigorous and healthy, and growing like weeds. before i know it, they will be wanting to borrow the car and asking if i can spot them 20 bucks until they get paid on friday.
lily of the valley leaves in may