70 year old me

this flower reminds me of an earlier post, when I promised to write a letter from my 70 year old self to my present self. the reminder came not because i have any hope or even intention of becoming stem-thin at 70, but because i might decide around that time to begin sporting some gray spiky hair. i was going to try to write that letter tonight, as a matter of fact, and somehow found myself on the couch with a laptop on my knees trying to apply for a trademark for STILL. i decided after about two hours that i am really quite a good taker of photos for STILL blog, but i am possibly the worst trademark attorney currently in existence.

wild sunflower in winter

saint paul, minnesota

  • Lisa says:

    I don’t know if you’ve seen the documentary “Advanced Style”, but I’m pretty sure you could use that for inspiration for your 70 year old self. Those ladies are completely inspiring and give you a lot to look forward to, whether spiky hair or pink hair. ;)

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  • Rami says:

    So many colors in that grey crown! Gorgeous.

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keeping it fresh

i am a natural rule bender and steve is a natural rule follower. every now and then i like to provoke him with some slightly outrageous suggestion that i know will divide him painfully between his wish to follow the rule i’m proposing to break, and his wish to follow the competing rule that says “make MJ happy.” increasingly he is willing to choose the latter, which is one more thing i love about him. every once in a while, though, i still get the old skeptical stevie, giving me The Look over his glasses. “just keeping it fresh,” i say. in a similar spirit, i offer you a bird wing this morning, almost entirely stripped of its barbs, but with shafts still intact. this is supposed to be a peaceful and pretty blog. but i’m pretty sure it was little mites that ate away every part of this wing except the skeleton.  just keeping it fresh.

bird wing with no barbs but shafts still in tact

minnesota

  • Prairie girl says:

    Snicker..I can relate to The Look. We have that going on over here, as well.
    The wing is perfect.

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gray notes

i am doing some product shots for a friend. she wants me to work within my STILL style. i got to pick my two color palettes. i chose gray. of course. and blue.  here are my assembled props for the grays. an easy assignment in minnesota in february. blue, on the other hand…yeah, what exactly was i thinking there? can i take a mulligan?

a collection of winter grays

minnesota

  • Margie says:

    Love this collection of winter greys . Brown might have been another easy winter choice .

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  • Manisha says:

    I think blue might be hard to find in any season. At least that is how I feel when I’m looking for blue flowers to plant in the garden. Good luck!

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like firework sparklers

here’s my late night take. i imagine these heads of timothy grass as firework sparklers, i can envision the half-spent heads as those that didn’t burn completely. they left some of their combustion in reserve, and they ended looking a little ragged and the worse for wear. but the bare sparkler in the foreground burned bright, without holding back, and he reached winter elegantly spent. i like him.

timothy grass in winter

rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota

  • tinajo says:

    Very pretty! :-)

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  • Margie says:

    I enjoy your late night takes

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still prickly after all these years

i think we assume that everyone softens as the end draws near. that old age turns people fond and lovable and unthreatening. this happened with my difficult father. his gradual acceptance of the inevitable sweetened him and softened his bristly edges. others i can think of are going to end like this thistle leaf, crisping, curling into themselves, but never dropping their thorns.

thistle leaf in winter

grass lake regional trail, saint paul, minnesota

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