ladies and gentlemen we have a series
yesterday and today’s images were inspired by an online series that i fell in love with and quite frankly attempted to copy, discovering, as always happens in such cases, that even a supposed copy can’t help but express something native to the current artist that is foreign to the earlier artist, and so it is really impossible to truly copy art. you always put your stamp on whatever you attempt.
canteloupe (C. melo)
collaboration
because of my husband’s tax business, and his writing career, and because life is what it is, he and i haven’t collaborated on a STILL blog image for a while. today we did, and we both remembered why we enjoy it when we get the chance. the fun of it was not the final image. it was the iterative and inventive process of finding a practical way to photograph beet slices of just the right thickness to reveal their rings, and their color. it involved finding the right thickness, the right background, and the right surface on which to arrange them. in the end, the answer involved about 1/32 of an inch, sandwiched between two glass panes, photographed looking up through the beet slices into a white, midday, overcast minnesota sky. you do what you gotta do.
beet slices
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I know that tree rings are seasons: winter/summer/winter/summer… But what makes beet rings??
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I hope the beet slicer was wearing his mandolin glove
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the bugs shall inherit the earth
there are those who collect fine art, rare coins, great wines, vinyl records, and porcelain dolls. i, on the other hand…
bug collection. shoreview, mn
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So glad I am not the only one!!! My kids always thought I was a bit crazy but now they bring me bugs, seed pods, shells, nests, I have drawers full of collections. I am gratified to have passed on the ability to see the beauty around them. So grateful that I found you on Pinterest and that you share the beauty of your world
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fragility
one of these two is a voracious and deadly predator, and the other is a placid-looking, if dashingly striped beach stone. here’s what i like to imagine about these two. that the dead damselfly, whose life was so filled with darting and tense scoping out of elusive prey, is still, and carefree and at peace. and the stone, which may not have moved for years and possibly decades, has its muscles tensed in dynamic resistance against the relentless efforts of gravity to pull it into the center of the earth. the damselfly is quite placid. and the stone is completely stressed out.
striped beach rock with damselfly
asteraceae
when my husband or best friend and walking partner ask me “what flower is that?” i will often answer, i don’t know but i am sure it is the Asteraceae family. it’s an inside joke. because after eight years of looking up new-to-me wildflowers, it seems that the overwhelming preponderance of them belong to the asteraceae family. the other thing i have noticed, is that wiki is getting updated all the time as new genetic identification reclassifies many of our wild plants. in fact, just tonight, i saw for the first time at the top of the Asteraceae page on wiki, the following: “TheAsteraceae family includes over 32,000 currently accepted species, in over 1,900 genera (list) in 13 subfamilies.[7] In terms of numbers of species, the Asteraceae are rivaled only by the Orchidaceae.[5][8] Which is the larger family is unclear, because of the uncertainty about how many extant species each family includes.”. so, my inside joke, my intuition, has been right all along.
aster blossoms
L-O-V-E! looks like an abstract painting.
Thank you :-)