i have two little shelf-sized plant presses. i opened them up this afternoon to reacquaint myself with what i might have tucked in them last summer (which is mostly a blur because we were preparing to leave for france). this is what i found. not bad for random tucking and stashing. makes me wonder what a little intentionality might produce. i guess i have a summer goal now. two actually: intentionality, and a larger plant press.
assorted pressed and dried botanicals
this image was not altered in any way. these prairie grasses sticking up out of the snow were furry with hoar frost. i had turned up the exposure on my camera so the snow would register as bright white, and then i shot mostly blind because the viewfinder had fogged up. i love the suggestiveness and mystery of results so much i may even print this image to see how it works as a piece of abstract art.
prairie grasses with morning hoar frost
a change is as good as a rest
i don’t work much with triangles. i find them more energetic than other more organic shapes, and to me it feels like an anxious energy. not very STILL like, in other words. but i decided today that i had done too many circles lately, and so invited a little bit of anxious triangular energy into my living room. it spiced things up. but it didn’t win me over. back to circles.
assemblage of dried and pressed botanicals
i drive by this stand of poplar trees every day on the way to my son’s school. i have been eyeing it for STILL for years. every time we have a winter-white sky i think to myself that i ought to get out there and photograph it. but it stands beside a busy county highway, and it usually feels a little dangerous to pull over on that particular stretch. other days, i feel ready to pull over and take my chances, and all of those days have so far been sunny or partly sunny. so i’ve been waiting for the right day to come along. it came along today.
poplar trees in winter
if you look at this grass stem it really is a wonder that something so slender can stand upright against winter winds. but then look at the frost crystals and try to imagine what kind of anchor they could possibly be using to stand straight out, horizontally, from so inconsequential a perch. i’m so glad i went out on a beauty search this morning, because apparently beauty was out there waiting for me to show up.
hoar frost on winter prairie grass